Human Love Songtext
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Human Love Songtext
Let us welcome ourselves to this important inquiry
All of you have traveled a long and sometimes painful journey
To reach such a point of investigation
Some of you perhaps come here today for religious truths
Enlightenment or self-satisfying spiritual egoisms
Like all those choices of crystals and magical nonsenses
You can buy at any so-called spiritual supermarket
If you are here for the buffoonery, the sport
The entertainment of new age
You are in a sick and diseased affair of your humanity
A prison, neurotical, repetitive, wobbly
Drizzling condition, driftwood and fungal pest
We are to study the problem of human love
To question what we mean to love
With all moralistic traditions and religious instruments
Love in a technologically advanced condition
Serves only to feed our miserable sufferings
To love is to despise
We love our gods, buddhas, gurus
Thus we separate and compare
Compare with others in conflict
So when we love in this way
It is to conquer others
Conquer with war
Genetic wars, biological wars
Wars that cause sufferings
Immense sufferings in children
Creating various forms of infections
Fungal or otherwise horrible
We commit to marriage for the sake of this conditioned love
You say what a beautiful, extraordinary being
Our partners, our husbands, wives, lovers, etc., etc
At first, young, full of genetic, biological yearnings
Transformed into pleasure, lust
The primitive call of our reproductive possession
Has become by influence of culture and so-called knowledge
We call love
Ask yourself
Would you still love your wife
If she has become victim of serious afflictions
That could affect her beautifully extraordinary body?
This sport of love
This entertainment of love
Is fear
Fear of dying
Dying alone in the sewers
Where only the rats spend with you your last hours
Eating your way as you pass on
All of you have traveled a long and sometimes painful journey
To reach such a point of investigation
Some of you perhaps come here today for religious truths
Enlightenment or self-satisfying spiritual egoisms
Like all those choices of crystals and magical nonsenses
You can buy at any so-called spiritual supermarket
If you are here for the buffoonery, the sport
The entertainment of new age
You are in a sick and diseased affair of your humanity
A prison, neurotical, repetitive, wobbly
Drizzling condition, driftwood and fungal pest
We are to study the problem of human love
To question what we mean to love
With all moralistic traditions and religious instruments
Love in a technologically advanced condition
Serves only to feed our miserable sufferings
To love is to despise
We love our gods, buddhas, gurus
Thus we separate and compare
Compare with others in conflict
So when we love in this way
It is to conquer others
Conquer with war
Genetic wars, biological wars
Wars that cause sufferings
Immense sufferings in children
Creating various forms of infections
Fungal or otherwise horrible
We commit to marriage for the sake of this conditioned love
You say what a beautiful, extraordinary being
Our partners, our husbands, wives, lovers, etc., etc
At first, young, full of genetic, biological yearnings
Transformed into pleasure, lust
The primitive call of our reproductive possession
Has become by influence of culture and so-called knowledge
We call love
Ask yourself
Would you still love your wife
If she has become victim of serious afflictions
That could affect her beautifully extraordinary body?
This sport of love
This entertainment of love
Is fear
Fear of dying
Dying alone in the sewers
Where only the rats spend with you your last hours
Eating your way as you pass on
Writer(s): Kevin Moore, Theron Patterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

