I went to hell last night
to sign my death warrant
to trade my soul to Satan
all for this one woman
Love pushes me to devotion
Desire's burning brighter than my ambition
Future's falling and road is scary
but neither disturbs me
She pokes me with trident, that's fine
She pours me with hot hater, that's fine
garrote, gun and guillotine
name it all, pain's nothing
Love of various apparitions
forged by individual opinions
midnight calls for liberty
yes, i'm truly happy.
View pain as a form of aspiration