Am I out of control ? Lost my mind and my soul ?
I sure do hope so, then I'll never know so . . .

In this existence game, that has no name
there's no sore winner, for this glorious sinner
I feel heaven and hell, thru show and tell
nights of hard drinking, leading to heavier thinking
spirit face down in the mud, choking on my blood
my shadow will watch awhile, with a twisted smile
no more sad disguise, no more goddamned lies
the truth is a just a weapon, often used to threaten

All the women with venom, don't worry I'll get them
I never fear a snake,  heads are easy to take
when they're better off dead, like every Angel said
with wicked words of steel, too cold for a real feel
I abandoned my heart, to go back to the start
and the ghost you know, in memory he will show
making you all remember, you killed me in November
the living now become the dead, buried in my head

pity the die hard romantic,  just die - more frantic
make me smile ever after, thru her echoing laughter
knowing I'm the one, who gave up the last run
the sword has been shattered, not that it mattered
my lust filled magnum, I still use to gag them
I'd rather swing the axe of hope, into your throat
as I pray for your last breath, I beg God for my death
maybe He'll forgive,  maybe She'll force me to live

the Angels who love me will be upset, with regret
the demons of chaos will rejoice, at this righteous choice
but it won't be for long, when they realize how wrong
another moment of clarity, ignored for my own parody
desperate to believe, there was nothing up her sleeve
hind sight is 20-20, always amusing but never funny 
when this bottle runs dry, then it's time to say goodbye
continue this tale to tell, then sleep deep forever in the glory of my hell . . .