Prelude

Let the hands fall, to the floor

Allow these pupils, to see organs

A telescopic view is almost arousing

No more holiness in denial

The trojan army is just a farce

Reality is two weeks in waiting

I'm not sure, if we're on the same page

I'm not sure

Habitual weakness stains the past

Desire rolls over and waits for spring

I'm not sure, if we're on the same page

I'm not sure, if we're on the same page

I'm not sure

I'm not sure, if we're on the same page

Your eyes are lusting, my hands, are tied

Your mind conditioned, my heart, has changed

I'm not sure, if we're on the same page

I'm not sure, if we're on the same page

And I'm not sure, and I'm not sure

I'm not sure, not sure

Your eyes are lusting, my hands, are tied

Your mind conditioned, my heart, has changed