my morality as it seems
deems me necessary to redeem
i have a place in mind
where my morality ceases to be kind
a place of the lowest of the low
a place where the neons shines and the red light glows
where your fantasy comes to fruition
momentary ecstasy at a price, a little tuition
the alcohol engages me
while you strip down to cradle me
pain soon turns into pleasure
entertain me, show me the true meaning of leisure
i put my mask back on
head out into incandescent lights
normal is the watchword
i secretly yearn
for the lights to turn red
for the place where i dream to have never know
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