How does this suppose go,

in my arms that do grow

weary as time does slow,

a path I do suppose know?

Shall I assume to embrace

the ways your face or race

runs me all over the place;

I’m tired and question days.

The time I knew so familiar,

as I walk the path sinister,

devils raise their steely gaze;

they clamor now I a resistor.

From your hands came fire

from your eyes came desire.

I find I travel as if on a wire

as now my God calls me a liar.

You are worth hell’s flame,

as I question if I’m even sane,

a chill runs cold in my brain;

I will never now be the same.

Tell me how should I behold

this flame inside me it grows.

Weary now I will not know

how desire for you did flow.

I guess it is just my damnation

on frozen ice cold vegetation

where I found that infatuation

was cause for my celebration.

That such a song sprang forth

while I walked along a course

some wildly new found force

raptured me free once more.

The time I knew so familiar,

as I walk the path sinister,

devils raise their steely gaze

they clamor now I a resistor.