The Existential Crisis of Eros Lyrics

I once fired arrows with giallo anonymity

You could barely limit me or my endless possibilities

But that very same liberty, has strangled that infinity

Figure eight hands have bereft me of will, you see

Romance has a deathbed and lust has its motives

I've always pulled those puppet strings, overhead

Sacrifice won't suffice, I care not if that goat is dead

For your meridian, you simians you owe a debt

You see, my godly prod of that first salacious domino

Conjures something primal bringing corresponding bodies close

I need not spell out, what then unfolds

Divine is that firework display, no subtle show

I create, so you can procreate

I am more than desire, affection and the toll it takes

Pleasure has restrictions boredom has become me

Lest you forget, I wield the power to redefine what love means

What is love but unorderly death

The thoughts of an author, poured into text

More than just sex and maudlin stress

Caught in hex, yes... that's the coroners guess

It's learning how to fall to all you've confessed

A call to let go, of your caution the depth

Such a gorgeous mess of enormous breadth

A cause to defend until courtship ends

The thorn and the rose, a torture we blessed

It can alter your breath, 'til it's all that is left

Not a fool or a jest, so you ought to know best

Although yet, led to the slaughter instead

It seeps into your voids 'til the mortar is set

It's hard break free when your walls are condemned

Caught in the call of the meds

How can it cause such distress, if it's all in your head

A sickness of

Our arteries and veins or

Is it in the spirit of

Our mother nature

Stippled in the image of

Our artist and saviour

A monolith or pillar of

A part of something greater

What is love? If not divine excursion

A chemical reactions? Exactly how the science words it?

It underlies your surface, until it smites you worthless

Is it just the finding of a client who provides a service

Nah that's a sleight, disservice, the highs are wild and fervent

'Til you slide into the title of compliant servant

But when it's right it's worth it, those butterflies are perfect

It is finding purpose, a kind of righteous worship

The combining of two lives... Sublime immersion

Entwined hoping that our vines don't collide and merge in

Leaving tears that slide to dry until you hide the hurting

Until you think, behind every apple lies serpent

Oh... it is slightly murderous

Trying to confine a pride of lions, silently inside a circus

If you find it, ignore the worst of it and try to nurture it

'Cause many strive blindly but die in search of it

A sickness of

Our arteries and veins or

Is it in the spirit of

Our mother nature

Stippled in the image of

Our artist and saviour

A monolith or pillar of

A part of something greater