we are battle-scarred and poisoned with temptation.nto plow through areas so deep I’d reach the core,nbreathing fluid and tasting life.nyour expressions explain everything,nand I’d like to turn you on.npleasure is absence of pain.nblood is withdrawn from art and joy.nrest does not restore passion.nmy fire will coat your chill,nand I’d like to turn you on.