Strange Identities

I observe the world tonight
And though I don’t take part
I enjoy the beauty of the act

Their eyes drift, their bodies touch
All urged by a different lust
Tempers stirred, unrest raised
Dominated by carnality
And though I don’t take part
I enjoy the beauty of the act

I’m running out, smothered by
Savage sounds and piercing cries
And though I don’t feel part of it
I want to
I want to see
How everything disarrays
In a haze of strange identities

Obsceneties, treacheries
This beauty is illusory
And though I don’t feel part of it
I want to
I want to see
How everything disarrays
In a haze of strange identities