isn't it ironic...?

combine youthful with horrid-looking
porcelain drenched with motor oil
a poor man offering a rich kid a ride
who's up to his knees in debt
follow these complications, into your own life
and see just how they personify
you'd never imagine mixing sugar and salt
but yet they both always gotta be there
like husband and wife, pleasure and strife
subtract one and a half of the world goes sinking down
while the other kisses stars in a lonely place
the titanic, these opposing forces seem to clasp each other's fingertips
a conflict within, a sea without
the pleasures of human embodiment
and the empty barrels of desire we leave behind