The Mating Game - Lyrics - A Split-second

Closer from the softer touch Shifting for a first grasp kiss, too much Drifting into silence, drifting into loss *** and vain ambition from the vector cross Burning into frenzy, melting into one Coronollage, subjugate in sector none Closer to each other, getting down to who won Feeding juice, *** your trips, gasping for one Just a little more Rule number one of the mating game Let go of all controls and lose yourself in the other rules Once you have abandoned yourself You start taking control of the other person In a mindless effort to find yourself again Waste of time, a waste of time Hello I think we've been disconnected Move from a distance, never enough Something has the short for the righteous move Drifting into silence, drifting into loss *** and vain ambition from the vector cross