strange kind of love
 strange kind of feeling
 Swims through your eyes
 And like the doors
 To a wide vast dominion
 They open to your prize

 This is no terror ground
 Or place for the rage
 No broken hearts
 White wash lies
 Just a taste for the [bad word]  Perfect taste, choice and meaning
 look into your eyes

 Blind to the gemstone alone
 smile from a frown circles round
 Should he stay or should he go?
 Let him shout a rage so strong
 rage that knows no right or wrong
 And take a little piece of you

 There is no middle ground
 Or that's how it seems
 For us to walk or to take
 Instead we tumble down
 Either side left or right
 To love or to hate