my head

it said

fool

run away

run away

but my heart

it pled

you know

yourself

deep down

there is no

turning 'round

not

a single thing

can save you

now

you've heard

the siren

sing

and the bishop

the bishop he

simply stood there

sobbing

God forgive me

God forgive me

no secret

then

which ring

he was clinching in

praying

for a bell

to end

the bout

he knew

he'd never

win

so

two out of three

bam

the gavel

slammed

from then on

it became

life in the fast lane

a pulsating mix

of chemical cascades

and rampaging romance

that was

torridly insane

I'm telling you

torrid

wicked torrid

torrid like

I don't know how

to tell you

torrid

the highs

abso-fuckin'-lutely

stratospheric

the lows

the lows

closing in

on paralytic

unprepared

for the danger dared

that reality implied

I volunteered

for shotgun

on a human roller coaster

I just had to

had to ride

hysterical thrills

ascending

giddy grades

screaming meemies

down

the drops

sliding

through the esses

side to side

ecstasy to dread

with frenzy

dead ahead

looping topsy-turvy

along the rails

of the crossing tracks

that always

always

brought us back

back to bed

the final cost

exceeding dear

lifelong loss

paid in full

over every

passing year

still

though I suppose

it won't be

understood

I've never

really had

a second thought

same

as a muscle sore

when

deeply kneaded

it felt

that awfully

awful good

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