Everything Becomes Whole

Touch killing*
Need feeling
Your hand so warm
I know you as the lure
And then it comes apart
Forever will we want
It’s in the death of yourself that
It’s in the death of yourself that
Unwilling to see out
The memory goes
I know your love as the cure
I cannot let it go
It’s in the death of yourself that
It’s in the death of yourself that
Won’t you take me for a ride
Cause there’s no self-control
It’s in the death of yourself that
It’s in the death of yourself that