I've walked to the ends of the earth
And glanced into the eyes of those
Who were going the opposite way

They failed to bridge the gap
First contact was a threat
And you could taste the surging unrest

Who wrote the law
That opposites attract?
Who could be so naive?
Everyone trusts no one

Looking out for number one
As is the primed time

The finite thrill of the loathing
A streak in our
Life bearing dreams

The connecting virus
Drives a volatile wedge

It strengthens
To soothe the open wound
But ours is a primed time

Although, I'm not exempt of blame

It strengthens
To soothe the open wound
But ours is a primed time

Bonding?
Do you think I want the upper hand?
Broken contracts
We sow infertile seeds
And reparation pales