Wuthering Heart

Hygienic and orderly
Reside the thoughts inside my mind
Strategic and regular
Constructors of the world behind
It's reason what I do
It's all rational, too
With a brush I defend my brain
Against the dark forces creeping up my brain

Like a kingdom falling apart
I'm fighting against my wuthering heart

Chaotic and messy
My heart's a pagan lurking in the wild
Frantic and confusing
Stirring blood to boil
It's sprouting like a weed
Still not knowing what it needs
With a brush I clean up my brain
From the black spots swimming in my veins
And this empire is falling apart
Fighting against my wuthering heart

February 2006