I thought a desire worth any pleasure
Could never really be a sin in vain
A hundred and one shots of opportunity
I’d gladly take them all again, and again, and again

My angels left me with sorrows all my own
And now I’m here with the devil all my own

Just like a churchyard shadow creeping after me
Its only there to terrify my mind, a black swan keeps haunting me

I promised on my soul not to get carried away
It always starts out psychedelic and then it turns to black
My head starts swaying; I forgot what was it I was saying?
I don’t know where I am and I’ll never, never make it back

I sealed my fate, and I paid my debt; I fell from grace with deep regret

There’s nothing left to see, there’s nothing left of me

Hmmmmmmmm, pull up a chair and be sure to call out of work for the next few weeks….

“People think strength is being able to stand up tall against anything and everything and not to be affected. But true strength is being hurt, kicked, shattered by anything and everything, and STILL being able to get up and stand up tall.”