Pain mixed with a desire for gain. What's with man's search for fame? Money, sex, power? What motivates this hour? The reality that motivation has completely stopped, that Life caught up with commotion. No hope for emotion It has run the race and come out last and been robbed. What is my inner drive? Zeal makes me feel Heart ache comes in heels, The hangover is at the bottom of the bottle, And I seek to not be able to pull back this throtel Nothing satisfies, Nothing burns inside. Yet I'm burnt up, With longing deep and wide. Nakedness is my solution But nakedness is just hear polution.