My love is selfish And i bet that yours is too What is this peculiar word called truth
My love is selfish Ad it cares not who it hurts It will cut you out to satisfy its thirst For the meaning of a ritual so habitual and cursed
My love is selfish How it separates the earth It takes every shiny stone but leaves the dirt For the cowards in the corner who just don't know what they're worth
They've been twisted by a hollow kind of pain Oh i can see it in their eyes but i ignore it every day
But my love is selfish And remembers everything Like the first time it was moved enough to sing How it dangled on that stage just like a puppet on a string
The meaning of a ritual The meaning of a ritual The meaning of a ritual The meaning of a ritual The meaning of a ritual Oh the meaning of a ritual
