No one's ever sure

addiction is just another form of masturbation

 

 

And these are the times

     I love the best,

when I'm all alone, when my mind

is a wreck

when I can bend

to the powder

   that lies neatly on my desk

Oh these are the times I love the best, and who

are you to say

  that its the opposite, who are you

to say that

    I'm wild and restless

 

I'm a lost soul without

   any direction,

well who needs a compass

when 

however far you go

 you'll always come back around again,

how ever far you

go you'll wind up

    here and then

We'll just paint our faces,

lay our lilies in

the moonlight and fall to our knees 

  Let us Pray

Let us pray, for another day

For another starlit night

another chance to say

 

I didn't mean it anyway...

 

And these are the times

   I love the best

when I contradict myself

   and leave the rest

to your own inner

         concoctions,

 

what if I said

 

that our lives were

 only a disruption, like a volcano

it's destructive,

 yes

but not a malfunction,

  just a part

 of nature without

any direction, and one day, oh

one day

 it will die and it's rage

will dissipate

 

We all dissipate,

 it's just another form of escape

and when your raven hair

 is gray, I'll reflect

    your weakened state

 

So what's it matter anyway, just

 Let us Pray

Let us Pray

for another day, for another hour,

just this way

Cause these are the times

 I love the best

 

So, to Hell with all the rest