Lust or Love

[Verse 1]

Sick of dancing with the devil, yeah, I’ve seen his face,

But I still refuse to bow to how evil this world is today.

Gotta jump through life like my name’s Knievel,

Playing with danger just to feel equal.

 

All these women I cycle — it’s a carnival of types,

Blowing me like bagpipes, chasing stereotypes.

Each one different, but they follow the same line,

Almost like they archetypes designed in my mind.

 

They want the charm, not the scars I hide,

Love the image, not the man inside.

Still I play the part, yeah, I feed the flame,

Searching for real in a world of games.

 

 

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[Hook 1]

I’ve been lost inside this carnival of lights,

Spinning round and round through the nights.

Every face feels the same disguise,

Can’t tell the truth from all the lies.

 

I keep running but I can’t escape,

Trading hearts I can’t replace.

Yeah, I smile but I’m dead inside,

Sick of living in this carnival of types.

 

 

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[Verse 2]

I love the one with the blue eyes,

She’s special, so I call her boo.

But she moved too fast, left a blur in the past,

High speed, no rear-view.

 

Got a Latin one that whisper low,

Every time I hit it, she let go slow.

Like damn, man — these feelings creep,

Too deep, I retreat, heart won’t sleep.

 

I got one out in Billings town,

She visits my dreams when I’m feeling down.

She be out there making a killing,

Still chasing the thrill while I fight this feeling.

 

 

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[Bridge]

Late nights fade with the neon glare,

Different faces, same empty stare.

I keep trying to fill this hole inside,

But love don’t grow where the truth can’t hide.

 

The more I touch, the less I feel,

Fake connections never heal.

I’m tired of masks and paper hearts,

Need something real before I fall apart.

 

 

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[Final Hook / Outro]

I’ve been lost inside this carnival of lights,

Spinning round and round through the nights.

Every face feels the same disguise,

Can’t tell the truth from all the lies.

 

I keep running but I can’t escape,

Trading hearts I can’t replace.

Yeah, I smile but I’m dead inside,

Sick of living in this carnival of types.