Desire is a beast,
On man it likes to feast,
It flogs us with a whip,
enchains us with a leash
It roams in every town,
And every man it brings down.
It's gift to us are misery,
Strife, depression, rivalry,
For its idea of action,
Is to give no satisfaction.
Yes even when we sleep,
It sometimes makes us weep,
And from this life to the next,
to follow it makes no pretext,
Coz even when we're dead,
Desire still needs to be fed.
On man it likes to feast,
It flogs us with a whip,
enchains us with a leash
It roams in every town,
And every man it brings down.
It's gift to us are misery,
Strife, depression, rivalry,
For its idea of action,
Is to give no satisfaction.
Yes even when we sleep,
It sometimes makes us weep,
And from this life to the next,
to follow it makes no pretext,
Coz even when we're dead,
Desire still needs to be fed.
