Love’s a whisper and a scream,

A gentle touch, a violent dream.

It breaks the walls, it floods the streets,

It makes us whole, it cuts us deep.

It’s not the way we planned to feel,

But every wound feels more than real.

Oh, it’s the level of violence love,

It heals, it hurts, it’s never enough.

A burning light inside the dark,

We’re bound to the level of violence love.

A battlefield, a place to rest.

It wrecks my mind, it saves my soul,

The sweetest chaos I can’t control.

It’s not a choice, it’s who we are,

A perfect wound, a bleeding star.

It lifts us up, it drags us low

It twists, it turns, it bends our will,

It breaks us down, it rebuilds.

A symphony of highs and lows,

We bleed the love, we feel it grow.

Oh, it’s the level of violence love,

It heals, it hurts, it’s never enough.

A burning light inside the dark,

We’re bound to the level of violence love.