Requiem

I'm so fed up
With that look in your eyes
A burning nail
Drills into my guts
Satisfaction of a need
Yeah... I have to be selfish
And take back my life

Who can feel this with me?
Adventures, pleasures, joys
No limits

Irony was never
Stupidity
Ideologies were never
The truth

Wanting to feel
The deafening grind
Of passion
Built up
Wanting to feel
The deafening grind
Of accumulated passion