Childbirth tears upon her muscle. Very first second a screaming icon. Babies in time barely even recognise. Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips. My idea of love comes from. A childhood glimpse of pornography. Though there is no true love. Just a finely tuned jealousy. Life becoming a landslide. Ice freezing nature dead. Life becoming a landslide. I don't wanna be a man. Everyday more numb to agony. This the howl this the sigh of the lonely. One day I realise oil on canvas. Can never paint a petal so so delicate. My idea of love comes from. A childhood glimpse of pornography. Though there is no true love. Just a finely tuned jealousy. Life becoming a landslide. Ice freezing nature dead. Life becoming a landslide. I don't wanna be a man. My idea of love comes from. A childhood glimpse of pornography. Though there is no true love. Just a finely tuned jealousy. Life becoming a landslide. A mile empty inside. Life becoming a landslide. Desire on its knees.