fuck catharsis

and contemplative

meditation

I just want what I want

and I want it now

want to want it 

again and again

and then again

some more

absent of the fear

of what the universe 

extracts

when it knows what

you will pay

without weighing

the consequences

for the cost

give me a throne

to hold me high 

elevated enough

to make demands

of what

I've got no right

to take

claims I've got

no right to stake

let me have my cake

and eat it too

let me eat it

off of you

burn my timid

to the ground

and let my wild

come out to play

makes no difference

any way

when I'm too much

and not enough

not enough

totalitarian 

to invent 

a practical use

for love

nor the rebel

not to care

running hot 

and running cold

much too young

and still too old

bewitch what catches

in my throat

lace sweet voodoo

on my tongue

to make the sorcery 

of the sounds

that Sirens can unleash

to calm the cautious

lost at sea

cause I've got no way

to please

but sell my soul

for selfish charms

that lull the mind 

into an ease

and quench this want

to want to want 

for you to let me

have my way