The beat that makes all want to dance
Is the beat that binds us down in chain
Man in Love is man alone
Content today, Confused tomorrow
Burdened the more as the beat goes on
Always harnessed to soreness
Perpetual pain pins down his pleasure
More yet oppressed by False Ecomiums.
A tarnished Prototype is the man in love
The beat he bears makes him deranged
Still more, deforms his battered brain
Embalmed in envy by his own blasphemy
This beat he clings upon has no tomorrow
For ruined he would, by this rapid beat!