Lust for beauty is just like greed I am broken. Trapped inside the longing That I feel. Will you have me when my Life is done? When desire's consumed In a setting sun? Or is this just the whisper Before the scream? What does it mean? Why do I try? The golden things That fill my mind I have a chance I have a chance to find her Lust for beauty Is the heart of man You're no different Broken by things You can't understand Will you find her Before your life is done? Before desire's drowned In a setting sun? Or is this suicide From the dream? What does it mean? Why do we try? The cruel things That soak our minds There is no chance You have no chance to find her.