A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the odors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize
This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash lies Just a taste for the truth Perfect taste choice and meaning A look into your eyes
Blind to the gemstone alone A smile from a frown circles round Should he stay or should he go Let him shout a rage so strong A rage that knows no right or wrong And take a little piece of you
There is no middle ground Or that's how it seems For us to walk or to take Instead we tumble down Either side left or right To love or to hate