Fire and ice.
Passion and great ambiguity.
Obscuring all the love that used to be.
Unsettling, the price you've made them pay.

Pride and shame.
Great loss within the gain.
Sordid, all the silence that you keep.
Depressing, all the times that you refuse
to weep the million tears that hide behind
your eyes.

Double entendre.
Create and destroy.
Not caring - the means
of the will you employ.

Driven by mechanical devices.
Forbidden just to be yourself somehow.
Feeling this, but doing that.
Action patterns full of vice.

Twisting up your mind -
the million lies that you have told.
The Midas touch -
you turn it all to gold.

Soft metal with a brilliant sheen,
that seems to gleam within the light
but never feels the plight
of hearts that beat with love.

Fire and ice.
Passion and great ambiguity.
Obscuring all the love that used to be.
Melting, all the gold is running
through your trembling hands.

Credit and collection.
Your payment's overdue.
Ambiguous - you never knew
just who you really were...

? Michaelette ?