David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

I know you think its natural
That ever giving reward,
To strive and yearn and hope for,
I guess we just got bored.

That orgasm molds our character,
Into clones that never die,
No matter what bloody lifetime in,
Each body carries it around.

Harsher words would be better,
But many wouldn’t understand,
It’s made so you can’t separate out,
It’s from an ancient hidden hand.

Chorus
Orgasms are always pleasant,
So why do they enslave,
A being to a body,
Often compel us to be saved.
A wavelength so aesthetic,
It makes you feel you’re home,
They used a part of who you are,
To urge this endless roam.
______

I’m not against the orgasm,
It’s always best with love,
It’s just so body enticing,
If you’re trying to reach above.

So many rules around it,
And maybe the urge to kill,
Incessant noise and upsets stem,
From what it commands you will.

Chorus
Orgasms are always pleasant,
So why do they enslave,
A being to a body,
Often compel us to be saved.
A wavelength so aesthetic,
It makes you feel you’re home,
They used a part of who you are,
To urge this endless roam.
______

You have to be almost perfect
To live your life on Earth,
Without a constant badgering from
What came alive at birth.

During every birth and death we’ve had,
Its made us yearn for more,
If only it was just a pleasure thing,
Then probably never be war.

Chorus
Orgasms are always pleasant,
So why do they enslave,
A being to a body,
Often compel us to be saved.
A wavelength so aesthetic,
It makes you feel you’re home,
They used a part of who you are,
To urge this endless roam.
Orgasms are always pleasant,
So why do they enslave,
A being to a body,
Often compel us to be saved.
A wavelength so aesthetic,
It makes you feel you’re home,
They used a part of who you are,
To urge this endless roam.
______