I thought of your perfect limbs
I thought of your mind;
I woke up hungry
I woke up blind
I thought of your flaming lips
I thought of your smell;
I woke up choking
Drowning in hell

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Too weak to make the stand;
Just taking it like a man

I thought of your breathing head
I thought of your voice;
I lost my reason
I lost my choice
I thought of your beating heart
I thought of your touch
I thought of screaming
I thought too much

(chorus)
Too late to heal the madness
Too late to understand