| Violence By Sascha |
| Running like a beast to the rose We stay frozen, compromising our will for silence I like to play in the touches with you A great sensual feeling blankets us Frozen, we move only lightly to compromise our will for another And the touches return to us, a feeling so beautiful Hidden, in the movements we keep our lust Our passion, our play I am, I will, for you, do your will, only for you to return mine Louder, and longer, and harder, pushing, pulling, shoving A self destruction on eternal beauty Rising for, this new moment Shackled unfeeling concerns we observe That in our play, we've found, and fallen, laid down our guard, for Love |