And when your clothes are on the ground  and your hair is falling down  Will you surrender to it now?  Because yes only we exist in our symphony  of flesh in our universe of bliss    In the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss    As it subjugates you now, as it pins you  to the ground like a tethered animal  As it drags you by the hips and it forces  you to this, it is hell but in is bliss    It's the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss    As you move like a machine and the child within  you screams 'when was heaven so obscene?'  It's our playground of exess, it is poetry made  flesh, it's our sumphony of bliss    The infinite kiss, the infinite kiss