Misanthropic introvert, I lie here in my grave
Ice forms on my libido
For me a touch is so strange
Ask myself where did I go wrong
Just never could find the right girl
Things such as dating foreign to me
I'm waiting for someone to rescue me
What Part of love don't you understand
When will you blossom into a man
Day and night always searching
For the baptism of the flesh
Sex would always be sacred to me
I'm earning my right to ecstasy