Always is Next - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Ill met, ill starred, the sweat, the scars

The back seat of the car, caught up in the sex

The ties that bind, his thoughts, her mind

Why something doesn't connect...

The rush, the drool, his push, her pull

The slushy gender pool, survive and protect

Ill met, the lips, the tongues that dart apart

For whatever's next

Well, now, what then, they count to ten

And sense the current direct

This heat, this burn so sweet, they've learned

This stuff will never turn out as they expect

Well then, what now? Again they've found

What somehow still resurrects:

A fit, a freeze, a pretty please

Drop down upon the knees and... whatever next

Whatever next

Whatever's next, what ever's next

A clenching fist, a wrench, a twisted kiss

Will salvage this wreck

The steam, the windows stream and in

The back seat of the car they never suspect –

Out in the dark the Demiurge Avenger

Auto-elect....

Ill met, the gun is cocked

Though once they swore they'd be forever... always is next

Always is next