Alex Merced - Theorists Lament

[Verse] Every time I've had these thoughts here Conclusions gone to disappear Where is my intellectual peer Structure of the mind, binary clear I could not induce That this Would produce Affection of the warmth, my physical need Metaphor of that, my heart does bleed Condition of the mind left behind To return when I hit rewind I could not explain That she's now Insane Fools' mundane thoughts, of what's love's end Meaningless tattoo of one less end As much as I hear, I'll never know or understand What my heart feels Nobody with intellectual thoughts thought of that So I need or agree that are prince also symbolize The heart Does What it wants