The love is not posession.
The love is not infatuation.
The love is not a rock or a cable or a rank of boom.
The love is a cock.
From NIN closer:
I wish you in Arschloch which wants an animal, me to believe would like that you wish an interior me you in Arschloch an animal to want, my complete existence which it takes me with a god are more naeeher defective.
Incidentally, "Arschloch" equates to "asshole".
