It Is Bro Isnt It?

She loves me
 (He loves me not)
 You've told me but I forgot
 I don't want to be the one you call on
 When you struck luck in golden ambers,
 You kiss by the book, when you ride lies upon the throne
 Taurus; it's your year, be in for a surprise
 The naked force, eight eyes of a new era on my back
 A homecoming parade, from our tidy bed of roses
 What once was
 A new career you call it
 To catch a souvenir
 Of what once was, strict embarrassment
 And it makes you boil
 And it makes you choke
 And it makes you rally up the troops within your throat
 When she is me and I bloom within her speech
 Birth the machines
 Invoking the spirits of ancient fathers
 Take hand, earth, air, fire, water
 A motherly life and echo of a home
 Burn 'em out of their homes
 Pillage the humans from their homes, the naked forcre
 Eight eyes of a new era on your back