Hey, guess what I have on the brain?

A lonely heart will envy yours

Keep you locked behind steel doors

They want to thrust the passion deeper

And be turmoil's only reaper

Corruption lusts caress your skin

With foreign concepts such as sin

The day is done with nothing said

With you in chains on your own bed

Would you give in? Collapse from the fight?

Or tarry on for one more night?

Are you convinced that all is lost?

Do you still feel double-crossed?

No starlight streams across your face

No scented oils as thick as taste.

No sweet and tender tight embrace

No mercy spent on the unchaste.

The only sounds, the creak of springs

Orgasmic moans with angel wings

A holy bird, the message sings

Pain for pleasure, and such things.

You'll be trapped here for ever on

To hear the preach of seraphs song

Barred from conscious inner wars,

My lonely heart will envy yours.