Like a scolded child I turn and sulk Asking why I wait time and time again Songs echo through my head, she makes me wait on a bed of nails So we wait on the bed of nails until she frees us into a seething cauldron of blasting heat Depriving us of feelings of love, turning them instead into hot pits of hellish fights We slay each other verbally until we desire no more We run to the opposite ends of the earth trying to escape the hate we created Turning flesh into sin, sin into flesh, on and on we go We have no time to mess around We take time down our throats We have no love to speak of We take love when offered We have no anger until once again, scolded like a child I turn and sulk