Suffer the whim to survive and to feel; I've been alone, I was born (it's incurable). ‘Til the end we are… Animal. Salival Benediction Tastes the same, Liable To desperation. (Suffer the whim to survive and to feel) This chemical slope is surreal, It's the way we turn in circles Of delight and fear. I've been alone… I've been alone, I was born (It's incurable). How can it weigh so Heavily on our minds To feel someone's Flesh And Bone Pressed against our own? ‘Til the end we are… Animal. Salival Fascination Taints and shames. Creatures, learnt to crawl, We are enslaved by what we are. Warm-blooded throes, We are in chains Above, below.