And when your clothes are on the groundnand your hair is falling downnWill you surrender to it now?nBecause yes only we exist in our symphonynof flesh in our universe of blissnnIn the infinite kiss, the infinite kissnnAs it subjugates you now, as it pins younto the ground like a tethered animalnAs it drags you by the hips and it forcesnyou to this, it is hell but in is blissnnIt's the infinite kiss, the infinite kissnnAs you move like a machine and the child withinnyou screams 'when was heaven so obscene?'nIt's our playground of exess, it is poetry madenflesh, it's our sumphony of blissnnThe infinite kiss, the infinite kissnnArtist: Brett AndersonnAlbum: Brett AndersonnYear: 2007nTitle: Infinite Kiss