isn't too neat, that i'm not holy anymore.
my innocence decayed, my youth burned.
i'm a wolf howling at the moon's glory—
beneath a sheep's wool of constant misery.

take me back, to the time i'm a whole.
plagued by nature's delightful sunrise doors.
the evangeline woods, the humping wind —
a life behind a madhouse, forlorn and begone.

the waters are muddy, my purity's in jeopardy.
i tasted the fallen fruit, sweet and spicy —
and embraced the murky road of fire heaven.
it felt high, but i fell down so deep within.

take me again, tear my life again. . .
this penchant is obsessed, it's ruining me.
it's coming for my sanity, breaking me worry;
collapsing my empire-mind, my fruitful doves.

now, i'm nothing but puddles of acid rain.
my soul bequeath, my will quench.
i'm forever dirty, silking stones of disarray,
and this penchant will forever hunt to play.