I've walked to the ends of the earth, 
And glanced into the eyes of those 
Who were going the opposite way. 
They failed to bridge the gap, 
First contact was a threat 
And you could taste the surging unrest. 
Who wrote the law that opposites attract? 
Who could be so naive? 
Everyone trusts no-one. 
Looking out for number one. 
Ours is a primed time. 
The finite thrill of the loathing - 
A streak in our life bearing dreams. 
The connecting virus drives a volatile wedge. 
It strengthens to soothe the open wound, 
But ours is a primed time. 
Although I'm not exempt of blame, 
It strengthens to soothe the open wound, 
But ours is a primed time. 
Bonding? - Do you think I want the upper hand? 
Broken contracts, we sow infertile seeds 
And reparation pales.