Suite For The Souls Of Our Enemies (Part II: Lover) Lyrics

Another lonely nightSurrounded by breathingI called him dynamite (liar)Shot and sleeping, he believes meYou boys are all talkSexually nowhereAlone, in the darkNice try, but the spark isn't thereThese men are a virusThey come, and goTake their fill and sneak awayI'm a needle in a negligeeCome to me, loverWhen I hit the streetsThe mongrels are seethingTourists love the city at nightMe, I see demons breeding"Hey pop, over hereI've got something for you"(Poor slob, smelling of beerNice suit, for an old buffoon)I don't need this shrink to fit lifeI need somebody to help meCan anyone set me free?Come to me, loverAnother lonely lifeSurrounded by choicesChoices made outside of lightControlled by hidden voicesSometimes we're all talkSpiritually nowhereIn our hearts, the key to new lifeSometimes, afraid to show itLives so tragic; they come and goCrossing our paths every daySo easy to turn them awayYet we are called as lovers