Repetition isn't repetitive
It comes to the quality of what you repeat
The most civilized and the primitive
They're both in the melting pot
Whoever is beat
An almost martyr, not distinctive
A martyr of love, of discreet
Something is there, something affinitive
But my hands are tied
And I cannot cheat
You dim the light of my perfection
And I am not someone to accept defeat
From your side, it's all detection
To protect your pride
And of how I compete
You play the game of affection
And I need the word of your greet
I will always ask the same old question
How did you sweep me
Off of my feet?
I know you need my protection
Of what you request and what you need
You need a word that needs an action
And I need a case
You cannot plead
I feel something in your sadness
But your book's in a language I can't read
I love the heat of your madness
Although your wounds
Only makes me bleed
Repetition isn't repetitive
But we both are tired of repeat
I know you think I am insensitive
But I sensed something
Walking down your street
Indoctrinated
To be singing
About the mysteries of your creed.
