We use it to contemplate rhetoric
Use it in universal remembrance
Of ones we should try to forget
This pestilence called love
This bastard known as love
White snails crawl slowly to the heart
To plagiarise feelings felt by all
It's sweet, yes, and intoxicates
This chocolate thing called love
But it kills your veins as you eat
This bastard known as love
"Yonder feelings never speak
Yet they cry to your callous heart"
We answer towards our natural selection
Our donations to the worldly collection
Of charities for a pot of love
This bastard known as love
And yes, this pestilence should be
Spit out like the blackberry seed
Copper hearts and bathroom tiles
Have no room for a think this vile
A spiritual death, this thing called love
This bastard known as love