you want it all the time   so smooth to me   with us all on the other line   powerhousing bills as well as   conspiracy's they write   of our time management   come now   the board is clean   for a new conspiracy   i'll never love a demon child   for the rest of my days   the logic of a slut wearing a white dress   never made sense to me      so i   face the facts of time   oh its so great   shes so great   (you'll never understand)   these walls are closed   (the logic of lust)   this mind is expansive   (you'll never understand)   there is just time   (the logic of lust)   "be you me"   claims the Queen to the King      that   this feud   was to last   until blood spilt   onto one or the others gowns   making me   (liar liar hypocrite)   count the days   in my room   with the mind   of drawing   and the touch of craft   that was so intent   to demean my corridor   and unleash colours to all   this is the taste of passing   same as the taste of   stressing over body placement      you walk down the streets so clean   the red lights glimmer in your eyes   i can never forgive the stains left   behind in a back alley hotel room      creammmmmmmm