I've walked to the ends of the earth, and glanced into the
  eyes of
  those who were going the opposite way.
  They failed to bridge the gap, first contact was a threat
  and you
  could taste the surging unrest.
  Who wrote the law that opposites attract?
  Who could be so naive?
  Everyone trusts no-one.
  Looking out for number one.
  Ours is a primed time.
  The finite thrill of the loathing - a streak in our life
  bearing
  dreams.
  It strengthens to soothe the open wound, but ours is a
  primed time.
  It strengthens to soothe the open wound, but ours is a
  primed time.
  Bonding? - Do you think I want the upper hand?
  Broken contracts, we sow infertile seeds and reparation
  pales.