Childbirth tears upon her muscle
  Very first second a screaming icon
  Babies in time barely even recognise
  Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips
    My idea of love comes from
  A childhood glimpse of pornography
  Though there is no true love
  Just a finely tuned jealousy
    Life becoming a landslide
  Ice freezing nature dead
  Life becoming a landslide
  I don't wanna be a man
    Everyday more numb to agony
  This the howl this the sigh of the lonely
  One day I realise oil on canvas
  Can never paint a petal so so delicate
    My idea of love comes from
  A childhood glimpse of pornography
  Though there is no true love
  Just a finely tuned jealousy
    Life becoming a landslide
  Ice freezing nature dead
  Life becoming a landslide
  I don't wanna be a man
  Life becoming a landslide
  Ice freezing nature dead
  Life becoming a landslide
  I don't wanna be a...
    My idea of love comes from
  A childhood glimpse of pornography
  Though there is no true love
  Just a finely tuned jealousy
    Life becoming a landslide
  A mile empty inside
  Life becoming a landslide
  Desire on its knees
  Life becoming a landslide
  A mile empty inside
  Life becoming a landslide
  Desire on its knees