Sensemachine

Swallow the interglacial serenity
My recreation for life

Down so long
Grown so strong
In a devotional illusion
I ride the storm again
Down so long
Grown so wrong

Brazen and contented I burn
I don't see the river
Though hear the complaining
What is the price and what is the winning of shame?

There is a fire between us..

Feel it, touch it.
I don't identify this place

A black strap-on, instrumental breathing
Feel it, touch it.
I am wearing leather
A black strap-on, instrumental breathing

To pretend this tender and shell this fear,
Will you touch me with your hands of dirt
And donate some grace so I can life desert
Will you fill me?