Arms wide open to be your port
you won't ever be a wreck to me.
For you come in so smooth and majestically
the winds can easily agree.

Isn't it a strange thing when the sun begins to set?
Like some too-romantic field of dreams that haven't happened yet?

How entrancing when the sun goes down and life just turns to gold
Lying gilded there before my face
--lies blatantly and to my face, just like the myths of old

And that sliver of a second that looks magical to most
To most a golden royal ball, but it doesn't have a host

See, that moment is just sacred, in an awful sort of way
Where the holy and the evil darks have a common note to play

During every other time of day, the light and dark are two
During every other song they play, they play a different tune

During sunset everything deceives itself into a common hue
The vivid reds and blues of midday,
Hidden behind this yellowy lens into a hazy view

And even when the darkness sets, it has two separate parts
One with elegance and beauty, one a cloak for acts of all ****** hearts

But in this moment the angel and the devil do the same
To pull your soul into your mind, your body and your brain

At this time you feel every good you've never done
And all the sickest thoughts you've known? You re-feel every one

The holy self of all goodwill within you breaks
for everything it's missed

While paralyzed in a lustful glow
Remembering every sultry sin you've kissed

For the angel, it's to guilt you,
On the wings of heaven's dove

While the devil tries to win you back
And reclaim all your love

But for me, it's just like the half-second you get
To both step off of the chair, and suddenly regret

he told her it was just for them
between just he and she
but as soon as her hands
were ******* in bands
he brought in the rest of the we

little spirits, tender fire
a lock of human hair
she took a sip before the whip
dark presence in the air

the room was tiny and dimly lit
and the altar looked centuries from new
but how many demons within it did fit
though the bodies were up to only a few

but strangely the room began to expand
with the waxing volume of the living vapors
and a cackle arose from her smoldered left hand
now she knew the intent of her devilish neighbors

and she twirled like a dancer
a flame-thrower, flame-breather
the hot light in her eyes
looked for help or compassion

but her seeking proved in vain
for she hadn't seen either
and her body took up the form
of the demon's last ration

Find all my sins
And spread them thin
Over all of your perfection

My wrongs on your skin
Like a veil so thin
'Cause your body is my resurrection