[Lyric] Habit of Force (Brahms' Third Racket)

Of course of course
It's a habit of force
A galloping horse
From marriage to divorce

Don't make excuses
For all your abuses
Battles and bruises
Needles and nooses

If you can't possess
The one you desire
If you can't contain
Your soul's raging fire

Sooner or later
Love her or hate her
There's no mistaking
Whose heart you are breaking

You are a man
With impossible dreams
You go to great lengths
You go to extremes
You stand like a statue
Lockеd in a pose
Heart made of stonе
And porcelain rose

You can't get a grip
You can't hold the breeze
Or lift off the ground
With the birds and the bees

Sooner or later
Fix her or break her
There's no mistaking
Whose heart you are breaking

Betrothed at far too young of an age
You built yourself far too strong of a cage
Now you can't seem to throttle the rage
Between your legs

If you can't destroy
The one in control
Cut through the ropes
That hold back your soul

Sooner or later
Leave her or take her
There's no mistaking
Whose heart you are breaking