Desire

We were born to be our own destroyers. That’s how the universe ends. We build our temples. We burn ‘em down and start all over again. You and me were meant to be together. I hope we still remain friends when every day’s another heartbreak for causes we can’t defend. Desire, preaching to the choir. The truth is it’s a liar. Hand in hand we’re on the great adventure, to Paradise we set sail. We will find God, see what he’s doing and watch him chase his own tail. We were born to question all the answers. We know the truth lies within. So tell me why we’re never satisfied. It’s the ultimate sin. Desire, preaching to the choir. The truth is it’s a liar. The wedding’s tomorrow; it looks like rain. The mother of sorrows is gonna change her name: Desire. Take all your teachers, grab all the preachers and wash their mouths out with soap. Take Mom and Dad, they’re just as bad. It’s like they’re all smoking dope. They got this song they’re always singing just like a chorus of loons: “All we need is more!” That’s all they ask for—so they’re never in tune. Desire, preaching to the choir. The truth is it’s a liar, liar, liar, liar.