Primed Time

I've walked to the ends of the earth,
And glanced into the eyes of those
Who were going opposite way.
They failed to bridge the gap,
First contact was a threat
And you could tsate the surging unrest.
Who wrote the law that opposites attract?
Who could be so naive?
Everyone trurts no-one.
Looking out for number one.
Ours is the primed time.
The finite thrill of the loathing -
A streak in our lifebearing dreams.
The connecting virus drives a volatile wedge.
It strenghtens to soothe the open wound,
But ours is a primed time.
Although I'm not exempt of blame,
It strenghtens to soothe the open wound,
But ours is a primed time.
Bonding? - Do you think I want the upper hand?
Broken contracts, we saw the infertile seeds
And reparation pales.