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 it 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 excess,
it is poetry made flesh,
it's our symphony of bliss
The infinite kiss, the infinite kiss