THE ART OF CRUELTY Well i don't want to be somebody's keeping No i don't even want to hesitate Yeah, it's warm in your sun But comfort is as cruel as a gun And i can't reveal what's in my safe Cuz that would be the end of me Made up my mind gonna push on alone But my love for you has a will of it's own Ooh, and how does the pressure ever ease Will the battles ever cease Will the battles ever cease Ahh and this must be hard to understand For someone so at peace For someone so at peace Caught between the silence and the storm Every day a new religion born Oh, my life is a halfway house And i'm in doubt of ever getting out Ooh, and how does the pressure ever ease Will the battles ever cease Will the battles ever cease Ahh and this must be hard to understand For someone so at peace For someone so at peace Said i don't want to be somebody's keeping But my love for you has a will of it's own