A beating pulse, a pounding heart, a million pieces from the start I never doubted for a second that it would be hard But the will to be alive greater than any ideals I believe in you my love, we are above simple things are not for us, we bleed for lust Driven by our violent past, ever forcing us to last, unbridled killer instinct ever standing fast And so the will to be alive overshadows any doubt I believe... We are heading for an evolutionary cul de sac as our brethren try to take it all back