What’s This Passion

Hmm, ya, this feels good What’s this passion I feel Where does it come from How was it discovered Hmm, ya, this passion feels so good

Such a desire for ones story The rage of my curiosity The fervour of my human nature Hmm, ya, what’s this passion unleashing my hunger It leaves me thirsty for more

Where in my appetite did I experience such intense emotions Strong desires of a funny enthusiasm My outburst of feelings for what this passion feeds me I fall on my knees to meet my craving To lust over my oddity to know what lies beneath and all around me

Hmm, ya, what’s this passion that urges me to wipe the muck from my eyes Who is the object of my desire What is the object of my passion Where can I find those emotions What’s this passion so well hidden inside of me

Do I dare reveal it Do I dare discover its secrets How did this become possible to know oneself so well What’s this passion for feeling good For focusing on self For loving thyself in the midst of a discovery What’s this passion for me and you

How well I’ve fallen just to see what lies ahead What crippling belief I’ve unearth about myself, about you What’s this passion I’ve discover What a way to end a life What a way to start again