Ardent Spirits

I lie in conspiracy
And you hold it against me
The intrusion of a downer
Mystical and intensified
Long and wide, this night
The truth forlorn as I
An ever wielding sorrow
A gap; foretell no tomorrow

Damned, drunk and whine
Serpent whore, infertile
Long gone the notion to quit
Free with ardent spirits

This way for those who seek
Might end up in eternal sleep
Lost, used, tempted
This life, not pure, it's for me

As paths I've rode
Widen and hold
Then thoughts of once
Die in unbearable cold

An ever wielding sorrow
A gap; foretell no tomorrow
Wish it could be forever, this night
Unpure, forlorn as I

Written 05-08-2002