The surrender to the power,
makes me born again.
The fixation on every sign,
I cannot explain.
I worship intoxication,
at your open play.
The appetite that you find,
that you throw away.
Is a vice of gold and dreams you try to escape from.
But you surrender to the power,
to the only way.
I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
That's the nature of inviting.
To your recklessness and pleasure,
I purely commit.
Because everything that you are,
is everything there is.
It's a vice of gold and dreams you try to escape from.
But you surrender to the power,
to the only way.
I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
It's the nature of inviting.
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