It flows through me I can feel it A single cut can purge it out But I like keeping it inside of me It builds me up And each little cut Would take me down Slashing at my knees Breaking bones And ultimatley crippling me... It flows through me I can breathe it A single scream brings it out of me And it goes inside others' souls It embellishes each brooding thought Every single dark crevice of your mind And stays there Tormenting you Torturing you And ultamitley I become both God and Satan It flows through me I can embrace it As I type out this confession Of my soul's lament I can hear it I can feel it I can taste it And I am it What is it? It is nothing you can see Nothing you can physically touch It isn't really there It's passion And it overthrows us... You hide your passion For you are like eve Submissive And yet so wonderfully charming No wonder they love you I however embrace my passion For I am like lillith Dominant And destined for the worst And yet they love me more Why is that? Do they embrace passion as well? Do they fall to their knees As if in prayer When the song is played? Do they feel the bass Of the music Flow into them? Do they have the ability To type out Their soul's lament As I am doing Right Now? What is your soul's lament? Are you the introvert who tells no one? Or are you really an extrovert with no passion at all? Tell me... Come with me... Now can you hear it? Now can you feel it? Now can you breathe it? Take it all in... Feel it posesss you... Now...scream Yes That's right Scream out your agony The flow of my soul's lament Converting the weakminded into the strong The flow of my soul's lament A rock song with no melody or rhyme... Just... Passion...