A strange kind of love   A strange kind of feeling   Swims through your eyes   And like the doors   To a wide vast dominion   They open to your prize      This is no terror ground   Or place for the rage   No broken hearts, white wash lies   Just a taste for the truth   Perfect taste, choice and meaning   A look into your eyes      Blind to the gemstone alone   A smile from a frown circles round   Should he stay or should he go?   Let him shout a rage so strong   A rage that knows no right or wrong   And take a little piece of you      There is no middle ground   Or that's how it seems   For us to walk or to take   Instead we tumble down   Either side left or right   To love or to hate