Bulbs of Passion

I sit queasy, jittered, uneasy The toll that looms, the loss [cows] I dread I buckle, when my judge clutches Questioning my treatment of an ego underfed Bulbs of pa*sion Bulbs of pa*sion Place it here on the bureau Let the interests rip apart the understood No one's satisfied with merely a cut So they sabotage their own livelihood The feeble structure is teetering, but intact The parts all function but the fuse is lit Teeth scrape on the last remaining fossil I wanna to crumble but instead I slit And hold it in my hand But they're sweating Train for now, but soon forget The tears are flowing from the love in her eyes The hated feeling gonna eat me alive Bulbs of pa*sion Bulbs of pa*sion Bulbs of pa*sion Bulbs of pa*sion