Beat: Altitude. - l o s t // f o u n d

Text:

You damn fools who kill your youth, you believe your future is bright?
Rot in libraries, squint at textbooks till you loose your sight,
Sell your soul to Oxford, don’t let your passion ignite,
Meanwhile I’ll be wasting time on love, the only true delight.
She’s the perfect poem the best damn poets never get to write,
She’s an ear worm song, her chorus creeps into my head at night,
She’s a ‘cold bitch’ to some but to me she’s so sweet and polite
And best of all she’s blown up all your chains, she’s dynamite.

Between our lips- a detonation,
Her fingertips are sending my brain new vibrations
And as her hips make another rotation
My heart mutates in her love’s radiation

At last a love that’s true
Has made me feel nothing for you

Dressed, naked, her silhouette makes the toughest men swoon.
Sexual terrorist, she hijacks every eye in the room,
But it’s not her body that made me numb to you or my wounds.
Without her love this song would’ve been another heartbreak-tune.
Now there’s no move you can make, no attraction you can resume,
No kiss you can offer, no embrace, no love you can prove.
In your hands love quickly dies, in hers it only blooms.
Her kiss was my vaccine, to your fatal eyes I’m now immune.

These times are ugly, our whole generation’s living in screens,
We’ve lost our spirit, our fervor, our joy we’re now mostly machine,
But there’s a cure for all who find this e-population obscene.
Find a girl like this one and she’ll make your muted soul scream.
All I can offer her are words, all the rest she’s already seen,
But words can only be cupfuls we take from a thousand seas
Of thoughts and feelings I wish could gush out in streams,
So let’s make love in silence and those caged feelings serene.

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