You’re out there chasing rainbows in your own sweet way
You’re a child of the night with designer grey
The wolves are a-howling by your dark mountain stream
you slide round in circles the mist a part of the dream
You came too soon for the sweet harvest moon it was over before you began
you could see you were not free so into the forest you ran
With your savage addiction to pain
You take your readings from tarot
Then do your own thing
the power comes from the brimstone cast in a velvet ring
Dazed and confused by the subtle abuse you went off on your own
Pearls in your hair devil may care though your tears were made of stone
With your savage addiction to pain
And the words you spoke to me didn’t rhyme most of the time
So what of the future do you know what’s going to hold
Will you be dancing with the devil dining out on the secrets you sold
Lost on a wall no problems at all losing control of the reins
It was complete you were so effete and that poison scouring your veins
With your savage addiction to pain
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