If we were all driven to be passionate
We would all be dead

The drug that keeps us alive
In this world of stirring hate
Love is sometimes an illusion
That makes people see through the gate

Passion is the strongest of all
It loves to torture us
As our heart thumps so much
That we think we're going to give

I want passion to devour me, to kill me
So I can feel what the world feels
Everytime it shows beauty

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