Psychophile - Surplus текст песни

We drag around a ball and chain

Morals of old victoria, victoria

But petticoats and corridors

Chastity behind closed doors

It's all confused in lover's brains

It's surplus, all surplus



Guilt and fear are no loss to me

Others find their place

Sex and lies inside and outside

Life is always nearly false

Rather keep my integrity

Does it have to be

Confused in lover's brains?

It's surplus