Bulbs Of Passion

I sit queasy, jittered, uneasy

The toll that looms, the loss I dread

I buckle when my judge clutches

Questioning my treatment of an ego underfed

Bulbs of passion

Bulbs of passion

Place it here on the bureau

Let the interests rip apart the understood

No one's satisfied with merely a cut

So they sabotage their own livelihood

The feeble structure is teetering, but intact

The parts all function but the fuse is lit

Teeth scrape on the last remaining fossil

I wanna crumble but instead I slit

And hold it in my hand, but they're sweating

Trained for now, but soon forget

The tears are flowing from the love in her eyes

The hated feeling gonna eat me alive

Bulbs of passion

Bulbs of passion

Bulbs of passion

Bulbs of passion