Needles pierce my shaking legs
The steel is in my mouth and yours
The Latin god has come again
And I'm the only one he's told
Midnight rides when we are one
We bask in glory rarely known
Sweat and steel will fly and flash
And I'll die on your heaving back
Passion is what passion does
Passion has no goal in sight
Real Passion keeps itself alive
Passion doesn't need to fight
I keep your blinders by my eyes
Remove your feet from sacred shoes
Take these chains and lay them down
In nakedness you are my god
I do my job and clean your room
Your picture hangs above my bed
Noone knows, they'll never know
They'd lie about it anyway
Passion is what passion does
Passion has no goal in sight
Real Passion keeps itself alive
Passion doesn't need to fight
I keep your blinders by my eyes
But practical has come about
I'm torn apart by future lives
And Latin gods and midnight rides
You see me sin and in your house
I stop for you but it's too late
I will not tell my passion lies
I gouge your eyes and die inside
Passion isn't paved with bricks
Or wearing three piece suits and ties
It pumps inside our hearts and souls
A passion not known
Passion is what passion does
Passion has no goal in sight
Real Passion keeps itself alive
Passion doesn't need to fight