Messenger of Eros
Fallen from Grace
Perfect spirit, perfect face
Perfect in your imperfection
Your laugh an ******
Trapped in a drug driven haze
Looking back at the days
Before I found Eden
And I knew from the start
I was carving my own coffin
But it was all out or all in
And now I bury my Mr. Hyde
So absolute in his ways
With his world of black and white
He seemed to have lost this fight
To Mistress Eve
Alas, the Light's come on
I knew it all along
And all I have to say
Is that old Snake better stay away