And when your clothes are on the ground
and your hair is falling down
will you surrender to it now?

Because, yes, only we exist 
in our symphony of flesh
in our universe of bliss

In the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss

As it subjugates you now 
as it pins you to the ground 
like a tethered animal

As it drags you by the hips 
and it forces you to this
it is hell but in its bliss

It's the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss
It's the infinite kiss, the infinite kiss

As you move like a machine 
and the child within you screams 
'when was heaven so obscene?'

It's a playground of excess
in its poetry made flesh
it's our symphony of bliss

The infinite kiss, the infinite kiss
It's the infinite kiss, It's the infinite kiss