If you only have your wanting you still have more than they
The ones who shame you
The ones who shame you
Too weak to yearn like you
To weak to feel the burn like you do
You only have your wanting and you still have more than they
Your heart is ripped, child
You heart is jacked, my son
Your heart is buff, so buff
It lifts desire up, and that's enough
If you only have your wanting you still have more than they
The ones who shame you
The ones who shame you
Too weak to yearn like you
To weak to feel the burn like you do
You only have your wanting and you still have more than they
Your heart is ripped, child (you lack nothing)
You heart is jacked, my son (you lack nothing)
Your heart is buff, so buff
It lifts desire up, and that's enough
Fucked up and pale
Your little bird chest insists that desire itself can felt as fullness and not a gaping hole
Torn up, willed back together, thicker each time, a not new vein pops from your ticker with each of these crushing sets of tragedies
Your heart is ripped, child (you lack nothing)
You heart is jacked, my son (you lack nothing)
Your heart is buff, so buff
It lifts desire up, and that's enough