Search Through Broken Nights/Private Majesties Of Lust

Bodies become weapons. Thoughts become missiles. Talk is violence. We're going cheap. Let's go out tonight.

Burn private majesties of lust. Lingering long after midnight, you're not the same person I used to know. But what am I?

We search through broken nights, private arguments to get what we want. There's no use in compromise. You have an army of lookalikes all waiting to tempt me into something that I don't want. They all smile the exact same way.

We search through broken nights, private arguments to get what we want. It's either you or me. You'll change your name, take on another language, press me to the wall and violate me. Body and mind become as one.

Would you make up your mind? Stop sending your army of clones. Their studied looks, smiles and poses. Their gestures are all the same. They must figure out all your moves and go further than you ever would. To trick me into thinking that they're not like you.

Burn private majesties of lust. I'm not yours anymore so why do you still cling onto my mind?