A romance doesn't exist It's a hoax to trick your mind into thinking perfection exists or absence of suffering Stop leading girls to the clouds above It's so distracting We can't focus on self-love Morality doesn't exist It's a construct we breed into children who say We create our paradigms We create all our lives Ancient biology Evolving psychology is all here In this moment I want to know you like I know myself But it would be just as confusing in hell I'm imagining a different history Imagine us in a field Feasting on mountains that stretch very high Where the sky is the color of bruises and cuts Losing and bleeding all over the sun Slowly, your hand caressing my thigh Slowly, your eyes connecting with mine Ooh, lays me gingerly on my back The fall on the edge consumes me I'll never make it back to this moment To this moment I want to know you like I know myself But it would be just as confusing in hell I'm imagining a different history Where men and women stay equal In the eyes of society Where we don't condemn different people For exercising their freedom Where *** is sacred and an act of divine will And not perverted into violence and lust Where we still honor our mother In all of her burgeoning light Where we do not kill our brothers Or rape our sisters Or enslave any life