Forbidded fruits are the sweetestYour true messiahIs
frightened by shadowsAs he tries to unwindWhispering
winsIrresistable illusionsA coin in the well is a wishServe
and suffer, scorn for scornThings could be a lot worseWhen
you think your down regressionsTake a look aroundRazorblade
mazeShelter from your painThere's a cyclone in your
mindIt's throbbing it's the end of the lieBut here
and nowLife is a great indulgenceHell is paved with
good intentionsBut this is our time of joyBefore the
wild wind's whistling lashThe startled storm cloud
reared on highSinging songs to please myselfAll at
once things seemed to smallYour griet and mine must
interwineIndulgenceMy eyes trace the horizontWinter
brings another death to a yearGive a free course a
choiseIt it's denied it's more intensifiedShades of
blue or just the shadow of the mindSufferdeath but
could not dieSo here upon my back I'll lieGaze my fill into the sky