So throw your guilt religion
To the liars and the weak
This is the politics and war
Of ecstasy

And all the nonsense of that vision
That is failing every test
It's the comedy and death
Of your senses

The alternative to real world
Is just time for me and a fantasy
Be blind to myself
To idolise

The alternative to real world
Is just time for me and a fantasy
I'm blind to myself
And idolise

You work
So deep
Astonished and in rapture
I can barely speak
These are hard times

Hormones
In key
A slow whispered wet confession
From our body heat
There's no return.

Chorus