So how about torture, without the shame
Separation anxiety, a losing game
Don't be scared, you're young and
Innocent
Promote longevity and clean your cell

Just spill on nature, your noses clean
It's not like torture, it's not obscene
You're not young, you're not innocent
It's real love, unto yourself

"And tears spill onto concrete, but
Concrete has no feeling
It's an object of laugh, and it's the last to
Know"