In the Company of Wolves

This newsprint realist claims he found a way,
Did I say love?
Divine intervention my name is spoken,
All effects are placed through you.
Did I say love?
I am now your redeemer left.
Allow me to reach deep down inside,
Allow us to single out from two
I am now your outlook on life.
You are so ripe for the picking,
You are so ripe.
I can't tell you where I am or where I have been,
Did I say love?
Dialtone breathes and you cross your lungs,
Grab the line and whisper through.
Did I say love?
I am now your redeemer left.
Allow me to reach deep down inside,
Allow us to single out from two.
I am now your outlook on life.
You are so ripe for the picking,
You are so ripe.
You alright honey?
Smells like discontent.
I can afford to degrade.