Troublesome Dilemma of Fornication Songtext
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Troublesome Dilemma of Fornication Songtext
The troublesome dilemma of fornication
As a younger man, it is perceived as a great accomplishment
To spread your filthy disease to any willing victim
But as you grow in years, an overwhelming cloud of disgust
Looms with the memory of each and every conquest
Especially when considering the track record of your current partner
Jealousy and delusion work together to create a masterpiece
Of modern paranoia and torn up reality every single time
How wonderful it is to be solely responsible for one′s vice
To be so inane as to predict affliction
To test the tides of every potential victim
To fear to have society's primal fear
A wonderful aspiration, one achieved by several great men
Ironically, this same fear is greatly exaggerated
In iconic versions of our youth
From a swinging sex symbol
To an abrasively eccentric threat whose main madness
Is the same as the world′s tension
The way all the great love stories end
With the hero in the darkness And a shroud of gloom
Controlled much of the United States
And while unable to control himself
He sacrificed the reins of personal control for global power
Is that worth the price?
Secretly I believe life is a path
Never attempting a planned experience
And always relying on chance
Chance to stop me where I am today
The only more chanceful and pleasant support
Is to always take the appropriate path
To a goal, to a motive
To an operation, an outcome
To a preformed end goal
To a purpose
Recalls the war in Capulet
With a groundless wish, promises
Extraordinary calls, wind-shattered signals
And every single door passed forever
As a younger man, it is perceived as a great accomplishment
To spread your filthy disease to any willing victim
But as you grow in years, an overwhelming cloud of disgust
Looms with the memory of each and every conquest
Especially when considering the track record of your current partner
Jealousy and delusion work together to create a masterpiece
Of modern paranoia and torn up reality every single time
How wonderful it is to be solely responsible for one′s vice
To be so inane as to predict affliction
To test the tides of every potential victim
To fear to have society's primal fear
A wonderful aspiration, one achieved by several great men
Ironically, this same fear is greatly exaggerated
In iconic versions of our youth
From a swinging sex symbol
To an abrasively eccentric threat whose main madness
Is the same as the world′s tension
The way all the great love stories end
With the hero in the darkness And a shroud of gloom
Controlled much of the United States
And while unable to control himself
He sacrificed the reins of personal control for global power
Is that worth the price?
Secretly I believe life is a path
Never attempting a planned experience
And always relying on chance
Chance to stop me where I am today
The only more chanceful and pleasant support
Is to always take the appropriate path
To a goal, to a motive
To an operation, an outcome
To a preformed end goal
To a purpose
Recalls the war in Capulet
With a groundless wish, promises
Extraordinary calls, wind-shattered signals
And every single door passed forever
Writer(s): John Mclimans Jr., Brandon M. Abate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com