"Impulse"

Not the taste that you expected
Not the touch that you neglected
Not the jump that you perfected
Not the love that you inspected

Impulse
It’s your main course
You don’t feel it
New obsession

Cruel cold mirror stands above you
Showing hands of those who love you
Reaching out to get to know you
Just before their love destroys you

Impulse
It’s your main course
You don’t feel it
New obsession

Not the dawn your eyes expected
Not the man your spike infected
Not the flesh your straps corrected
Not the soul your tongue detected

Impulse
It’s your main course
You don’t feel it
New obsession