Desolate Sensuality

Swing and a miss Yeah, It's come to this You love it so much you can't let it go Now Its not a case of when But more a case of if You had your chance And you blew it Freedom comes At a price you won't pay Desolate from the off To be seen To be around You hate it so much you let it bring you down Down Down Shoulder blades Take the weight For every word you said in jest Private thoughts Liberated Colour the whole world unimpressed You meter blame It's me, you shame With your sensuality In word and deed Ill conceived A feigned morality