We danced all night,
on the edge of a knife,
in the morning we gambled,
with the Devil's dice.
We lived to fight,
and we fought to win.
Our love's so thick,
you'd taste the sin.
They tried to make us,
give up our ways,
to see their light,
through our blasphemous haze.
But we spit in their eyes;
we'd seen through their lies.
What they call sin,
we know as life.
What they call God,
we know as strife.
They tell us that we'll burn for this,
but I don't really think I'll miss,
their heaven, for it seems so dull.
I guess that's just the toll,
for being who I am,
I've lived a life so free,
they'll never take me.




