Among the afflictions,
With which I´ve been marked,
None so pretentious, no,
And none quite so dark.
I get the feeling you´re bored with me,
Not through habit or frequency,
Did your mother have you easily?
And if there´s some place else that you would rather be;
Then go,
Then go,
Then go,
Then go.

Among the intentions,
Which have been sought,
Numbered and labelled,
But none of them bought.
I get the feeling you´re testing me,
You´re saturated in urgency,
And you stick your probe in further,
But you´re still not pleased,
And if there´s someplace else that you would rather be;
Then go,
Then go,
Then go,
Then go.

Then go,
Then go.

Then go, go

I would have lied for you,
I would have cried for you,
I crossed the line for you,
I would have died for you.