| The ritual advances have been made, now flesh is bared as though it is a |
| solution to the fear and confusion |
| Dancing in chessboard rigidity, to meet the requirements of ancient codes and |
| traditions, the never altered positions |
| A fleeting sense of security, from being held tightly, until the camouflage |
| drops and the tenderness stops |
| The well-rehearsed statements have been made, now it’s red lights all the way |
| In deathly silence, a hint of sniggering violence |
| Reinforcing the roles, in a doomed situation |
| Protector and protected, rejecter and rejected |
| And there on a video, a simulated sex show |
| To keep us smiling through, to tell us what to do |
| And when a body falls back in surrender with both eyes |
| Blood on your fingers and a broken prize |
| By averting your eyes it isn’t seen |
| By turning your head, you keep it clean |
| And proud of your achievement, success is yours |
| As you slip into a position and a thousand hands applaud |
| Passion stops as a record drops it says — «Love has come at last» |
| And you wipe away your splattered pride because it came too fast |
| So there’s the pleasure, but where’s the dignity? |
| Is it in your performance with your smile of insincerity? |
| The coming retaliation is a deadly situation |
| When the feelings mutual, assured destruction… |