I thought a desire worth any pleasure,
Could never really be a sin in vain,
A hundred and one shots of opportunity,
I'd gladly take them all again, and again, and again.
My angels left me with sorrows all my own,
And now I'm here with the devil all my own.
Just like a churchyard shadow creeping after me,
It's only there to terrify my mind, a black swan keeps haunting me.
I promised on my soul not to get carried away,
It always starts out psychedelic and then it turns to black,
My head starts swaying, I forgot what was it I was saying?
I don't know where I am, and I'll never, never make it back.
I sealed my fate, and I paid my debt; I fell from grace with deep regret.
There's nothing left to see, there's nothing left of me.