Michelle Belanger Follow

Meet my obsession, my opium dream
Lost in indulgence I'm not what I seem
Come to my arms and let me seduce you
Surrender your soul, and I will reduce you
To simple sensation and fleshly delight
So fly to my side and embrace the night;
We will defy the greatest commands
And heedlessly walk the forbidden lands.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth;
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin,
Our innocence lost and our faith destroyed,
Spiraling down into lightless void,
Drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping--
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.

They will despise us but we will be strong,
The road to fulfillment is rocky and long;
Misunderstanding is genius' curse--
They call us evil but nothing is worse
Than passive submission to meaningless rules,
These are oppression and misery's tools;
Ultimate freedom is our delight
To quaff the nectar of forbidden night.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth;
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin,
Our innocence lost and our faith destroyed,
Spiraling down into lightless void,
Drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping--
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.

Blinded by pleasure we long to be free,
Striving towards something we no longer see;
The world is burning, our minds are on fire
Consumed and consuming in seething desire,
Slaves of sensation, there's something we've lost
We've ransomed our passion, heedless the cost;
Promethean god, we have seized the flames
But our theft is rewarded with eternal chains.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth;
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin,
Our innocence lost and our faith destroyed,
Spiraling down into lightless void,
Drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping--
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth;
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin,
Our innocence lost and our faith destroyed,
Spiraling down into lightless void,
Drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping--
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.