[Tonedeff]nLove ain't for the faint of heartnStart Training, this game is hardnAnd arduous, you're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the parknYou're hardly conscious of the stains and scars, enabling your partly clouded logicnTo pay to impart bliss with arrangements of chocolatesnNow, you're working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilusnAnd you're willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequencenIf nothing you say when in love is embedded with common sensenThen, do you really regret when you've shredded your promises?nNow, I've tested the waters, kid. Sipped it; rippled the pond a bitnVisits have been abolished, and this shit's killing my confidencenIs this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment?nIf you miss chicks when they're around, the phrase Let's quit isn't an optionnYou best fix whatever's wrong and just move on and get on with itnCause, You'll catch bigger fish in the sea if you manage not to drown in itnIt's sad, but proud or not, most your standards go down a notchnWhen loneliness drinks at the bar you set too highnCause, It isn't really my time, is it? Shit...I just found the watchnBut hearing the bell toll for me twice a day, has me fearing my grandfather clocknAnd I can't die without trying. My hands tied in knotsnKnowing that I'll never learn to brave the waves if I stand by the docksnLove is hampered by thought, if you can handle the prospect ofnDeath - it's as massive a shock. And To intellects, it's a fuckin' smack in the crotchnIt's a cancer that rots your soul, tosses demons off of the roadnJust use caution and know, that, love ain't nothing but a loss of controlnOff then, we gonn[Chorus]nn[Deacon the Villian]nLove'll have you nervous, doing stupid shit on purposenbrain out of service, words slurred when you blurt shitnstudderin', utterin' non-sensical shit in your versesnfeeling like a shirtless, 4-breasted woman in a circusnfurthurly trying to gap an unfillable voidnbecause of parents never transfering that unbillical joynso girls create a false world of filling on boysnexploited, guys playing with her heart like her feelings are toysnbut when you have it.. there's nothing like it, you get excitednseeking those who provide it, on phones talking to psychicsnsome fear it... spend their entire lives trying to fight itnliving in a confusing Hayes, like they're grooving to Isaacnit ain't the end of the rainbow with a treasure chest and a mapnit ain't easily learnable with definitions in tactnit can ride your train of though and demolitions your tracksnhittin' and bullwhippin you, leavin' them slits in your backnbut i've been a lucky one.. loving parents, loving friendsnbut I still spend alot of my life loving sinnbut I ain't a genious on it, I can only pretendncause over all it's an emotion I can not comprehend.. it's lovenn[Chorus]nn[Kno]nLove ain't the basis for actionnIn a nation of addicts pacing and waiting for seconds of satisfactionnWhere the word itself is only fashioned in fits of passionnHand in hand with animalistic orgasmic reactionnand the past isn't felt as a match made in hellnBut rather its held as a latter day meldnOf common mistakes and nice intentionsnBut when false love retention is simply vice inventionnIts only right to mention the fights you get innNightly visions of these Tina and Ike revisionsnSo Whats Love really Got To Do With It?nFrom prude women to stool pidgeons in soup kitchensnThe truth isn't as eloquent so be intelligentnGetting caught out of your element just for the hell of it's irrelevantnAnd that word'll fit like a glove if you don't get rightnNow live your life for the love or stopnn[Chorus]