Suffer the whim to survive and to feel
I've been alone, I was born (it's incurable)
Till the end we are
Animal
Salival
Benediction
Tastes the same
Liable
To desperation

(Suffer the whim to survive and to feel)
This chemical slope is surreal
It's the way we turn in circles
Of delight and fear
I've been alone
I've been alone, I was born

How can it weigh so
Heavily on our minds
To feel someone's
Flesh
And
Bone

Pressed against our own?
Till the end we are
Animal
Salival
Fascination
Taints and shames
Creatures, learnt to crawl
We are enslaved by what we are
Warm-blooded throes
We are in chains
Above, below