Closer from the softer touch

Shifting for a first grasp kiss, too much

Drifting into silence, drifting into loss

Lust and vain ambition from the vector cross

Burning into frenzy, melting into one

Coronollage, subjugate in sector none

Closer to each other, getting down to who won

Feeding juice, fuck your trips, gasping for one

Just a little more

Rule number one of the mating game

Let go of all controls and lose yourself in the other rules

Once you have abandoned yourself

You start taking control of the other person

In a mindless effort to find yourself again

Waste of time, a waste of time

Hello

I think we've been disconnected

Move from a distance, never enough

Something has the short for the righteous move

Drifting into silence, drifting into loss

Lust and vain ambition from the vector cross