Thoughts and Pleasure

Coming up from the brinks, that's my part

Linger on faithful sins, that's my part

A trifle artist, mere shrink, that's my card

Words still lacking, half-done. Strangled plebeian lump

A bunch of temps on a click, that's my part

Turn up to ten, it's a hit, oh that's hard

Psyche's going full Smith, heaven's afar

Always heading up North, always headed up

Thieves keep taking, cooks will be making

Is there a recipe for hotshot-craving?

Fast fast roll in quick, beam me up for a craze

C-C-C-Clamped in tight wires, make me bleed for this case!

Moving out from within, that's my part

Yearn to lose all this skin, ooh that's my part

And I'm begging for love, oh come on!

And I'm begging for love, always begging for