I'm on the path to my sweetest devotion,

The choice between ecstasy and sin

Or morals and your loving hands.

I can't stop the urge,

It floods my veins and tampers with my thoughts

It blocks all other possibilities

Like a kicked addiction to oxy or ice,

It never truly goes away;

only lies dormant until it has a chance to be set free

I'm on the path to a sweet fucking release

paved with blood,

and furnished by silver.

I'm on my way to relief and high little quicksilver cuts

to pain and despair and misery.

I'm out to break my own heart,

And no one's going to stop me.

I'm on the path to fuel the crimson

so it'll stop fucking calling for me.

It calls like a siren, singing to me

impossible to ignore

impossible to resist