You'll tell me that I took a wrong turn,
That my path is wrong, there is much to learn,
But you, my friend, your life isn't like mine,
My life is shaped to my own design.
We don't sing the same song, nor rhyme the same rhymes,
Our voices have echoes from two different times,
I'll run down to the devil's street,
Where Sin and Taboo come to meet,
The dancing partners one by one,
Playing until the come of dawn,
Life is a game, with only one chance,
So come on down to dance your dance,
And though you may not expect to see,
I'll show you how well I keep on my feet,
The artist of pretend, paints a mask of lies,
A mocker, blasphemer, she's to despise,
She does not listen to the words you say,
She takes life as she wants day after day,
She's not to control, in eternal bliss,
Her spirit floats free in an endless abyss,
Your beliefs to her they can not chain,
Though try as they might, to only bring pain,
These shackles you will come to find,
Can not come to imprison her mind,
So leave her to hide in phantasmal bliss,
The belief she once shared, will not be missed.