Trilogy of Love’s Illusions

All Time Low

Support for a man by his woman is at an all-time low
There are some things in your mind you shouldn't let grow,

No more reliable than which way the wind blows
Too bad so many of them have no souls,

Beware of the poison seeds that you sow
There are rattlesnakes beneath your pure driven snow,

Is she really your faithful lover in the warmth of the afterglow?
Or just another devious stranger you think you know,

Bet you thought that life was just going with the flow
Not the corpse you are being picked clean by Crows,

Life never told you that you were on the wrong road
You get no breaks for carrying a heavy load,

Support for a man by his woman is at an all-time low
There are some things in your mind you shouldn't let grow.

Liquid Mind

Used to think you were kind
Until the taste of your bitter rind
Had no idea what I would find
Where are the ties that bind,

I've got a liquid mind
I'll wrap around your spine
Yes I know you're blind
Now I know you're kind.

I'll wrap around your spine
I've got a liquid mind
More than you can hope to find
Yes you're misaligned,

You'll wish I'd been reassigned
Or at least that you'd been redesigned
I'll wrap around your spine
Because I've got a liquid mind.

One day you'll be confined 
Because I got a liquid mind
There'll be no one so refined
I've got a liquid mind,

All the death warrants you signed
Until you met your liquid mind
I'll wrap around your spine
How could you be so blind?

Bittersweet Love

She lives in the present but walks in the past
Convinced that no relationship can ever last
Sometimes she's pleasant and sometimes cruel
Be careful because she may emasculate you,

Her pain may seem vague but to her it's true
It's impossible to stand in her shoes
A broken little girl whose now a woman
Never to be held and always on the run,

She lives in the past but walks in the present
She'll give her love when she feels pleasant
Then burn you with scorn and make you resent
Accepting no blame for your rapid descent,

Love is love and then there's contempt
Don't ask her why her hair's unkempt
When she comes home late at night
And you know her alibis just isn't right,

Such is the legacy of a female's delight
Vengeance against the innocent no end in sight
You weren't the author of her plight
You're a lost sailor who returned without an invite,

The bitter sweet love that will always haunt
Always denying you what you want
In the mirror you look pale, thin, and gaunt,
Your lifelong dream just an aborted jaunt,

It’s that bittersweet love you want

But it’s you that it will torture and taunt

It’s that bittersweet love that you thought you had

Now you’re corkscrewing down in your burning Spad.