Being right isnt always fun.In a burning fountain of lust I wonder and ponder your intent. Futures do change and my mind is made I am forsaken and my lust I don’t trust. And just for the thrill that a dream does kill, I will be real, and tell you how I feel. Infusing passion and grieving in my grave I hear the lords gaze, let us rise and cut out his eyes, let’s fill them with flies and make a bride from his guise Come on my dear, don’t you fear I’m not really here.