We are lust, passion, anger and rage,
We are as beasts in a prison cage,
And we play our part on this earthly stage,
And try to find a reason.
We write the songs and drink the wine,
We laugh, we cry, we howl and pine,
We think that love is something fine,
But love is natures treason.
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