Do you think I’d let your mind roam around
Like the freedom of thought in the darkness?
Awake late at night with the creeks creeping in
A sultry Satan grows tall at this hour
Divine interplay, devise other ways
Don’t walk away from the truth of the matter
Lyrical mythicist, heavenly temptress
My eyes are on you all day through
No matter how long I spend at this daunt
No translucent luminescence is consumed
Which leads me to believe,
In spite all my grief
I’ve needlessly felt and consumed