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Album:Brett Anderson
Brett Anderson-The Infinite Kiss
And when your clothes are on the ground
And your hair is falling down
Will you surrender to it now
Because yes only we exist
In our symphony of flesh
In our universe of bliss
In the infinite kiss
The infinite kiss
As it subjugates you now
As it pins you to the ground
Like a tethered animal
As it drags you by the hips
And it forces you to this
It is hell but in is bliss
It's the infinite kiss
The infinite kiss
As you move like a machine
And the child within you screams
"when was heaven so obscene"
It's our playground of exess
It is poetry made flesh
It's our sumphony of bliss
The infinite kiss
The infinite kiss
