Sometimes I'm thinking 'bout feeling
What breaks a breach through my wall
Nothing makes me amused
My heart is totally cold
Sometimes I'm thinking of love
But eyes are hungry for wane
I have no heart to contain
My body's willing for pain
I can be preached by people
But I'm refusing their claims
There is no heaven and hell
It is the truth that remains
No one can reach for God
Even who's hundred feet tall
I never care for my body
It's just a grave for my soul
Sometimes I'm thinking of you
But as a part of a bed
You're tied, scared, half naked
You wouldn't love it, I bet
Sometimes I'm leaving some milk
For cats, who live on a street
They never care for my feelings
A food is their only need
I can be preached by people
But I'm refusing their claims
There is no heaven and hell
It is the truth that remains
No one can reach for God
Even who's hundred feet tall
I never care for my body
It's just a grave for my soul
