There were words of lust

In these arms of the stranger

And there in silence though were words of no milder

So in thinking of that madness

That ravage the thoughts

In the loneliest of hours



I resist without control



The demand i get from excellence

The void i felt from answering

Not only an addition

It generated need

In these endless nights of freezing

My weight on the other side



I resist without control

Feel the thorns of uncontrol



Claws that set in sleeps december

Let loose on the verge

Talked to me as strangers once did

The tone was set for winter



Sweet uncontrol

Beyond proportion

Into the night

So strike me deeper



I resist without control

Feel the thorns of uncontrol



The death that craved no life

Now ended

In return

Drifting uncontrolably

Within the night



Sweet uncontrol ... (see above)