Chamber Strange Kind Of Love
A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swimms through your eyes
And like the doors to a wide vast dominion
They open to your prize
This is no terror ground
Or place for the rage
No broken hearts
white wash lies
Just a taste for the truth
Perfect taste choice or meaning
A look into your eyes
Blind to the gemstone alone
A smile from a frown circles round
Should he stay or should he go
Let him shout a rage so strong
A rage that knows no right or wrong
And take a little piece of you
There is no middle ground
Or that how it seems
For us to walk or to take
Instead we tumble down
Eighter side left or right
To love or to hate
