Purple haze, white light, black rose, red blood
You wanted a Romeo to sweep you off your feet
Or maybe you just like it on your back
So I followed you, my Juliet, to the body of hell
Turned out you were the devil’s lover
Desire was just your occupation
Used your twisted morals as a tool
And my head as your corner office
You wanted the perfect mate
Like Adam was to Eve
Followed you, out of paradise
When you shook the apple in front of my face
I couldn’t help but want a taste
"god made women beautiful, the devil made them pretty"
the queen of my psyche
till you told the peasants the truth
there is no money for the poor, now that I bought this throne
stole your crown, burnt your purple robe
the peasants would get their hanging
if the king hadn’t suddenly misplaced the rope
pieced my heart back together
went back to being your dog on a now much shorter leash
now I’m close enough to smell your hair
see the color of your eyes
I like it better this way
"In vain I have looked for one whose desire to build up her moral
power was as strong as her sexual desire"