The Perversion of Love
The streets ran dry/ Broken hearts cry/ The rains of love no longer pour/ Desert sands of hate cover the floor/ Like the mind of a psychopath we have perverted the gift of love/ Emotion is king/ Without it you would see no wedding ring/ Happiness is queen/ Without it you would see no relationships/ Sex is the language/ “Can you read my body language?” With the sensual apparel/ Making fantasies appear real/ If love is money then we are in a recession/ Surpassing even the great depression/ Forget genuine, we would rather have the fake. The streets ran dry/ Broken hearts cry/ The rains of love no longer pour/ Desert sands of hate cover the floor/ Forget courtship/ Recreational dating is the game/ You lose if you fall in love/ You lose if you actually love/ Winners feed their flesh/ Winners feed their lust/ So the women cry, and the men smirk/ Then the men cry, and the women smirk/ A vicious cycle on hell’s playground/ While Chilling on the devil’s backyard/ Virginity got too heavy so