And when your clothes are on the ground
and your hair is falling down
Will you surrender to it now?
Because yes only we exist in our symphony
of flesh in our universe of blissIn the infinite kiss, the infinite kissAs it subjugates you now, as it pins you
to the ground like a tethered animal
As it drags you by the hips and it forces
you to this, it is hell but in is blissIt's the infinite kiss, the infinite kissAs you move like a machine and the child within
you screams 'when was heaven so obscene?'
It's our playground of exess, it is poetry made
flesh, it's our sumphony of bliss
The infinite kiss, the infinite kiss