with no reservations, no straitjacket to hold me in
because reason becomes insanity and no becomes a yes
if only you let it consume you, beat you down into one helluva mess
named unrequited desire and empty expanses of flesh

there should be a world where satisfaction is queen, no less
where flames and ocean and the dirt of our bodies can co-exist
so that we may shout to the rooftops while perfoming parkour in paris
or jump the canals and bridges lining a sinking and stinking venice

sew every word together to form a speech of no set equation
of sugary beats meant to destroy etiquette and illusion