| It’s too late to change my ways |
| Energize my mortal flesh |
| On visiting this forbidden place |
| It feels like my second home |
| The elders would not approve |
| Being captured by this groove |
| If only a beast does soothe |
| Then i’m captured by this |
| I don’t carry a heavy heart |
| I like it heavy — that’s my style |
| No links to the unholy one |
| They can’t conceive of just having fun |
| Only the weak or misguided sheep will believe |
| We were conjured up from the deep not by god almighty |
| Exposing all sides, all colors of the spectrum of light |
| And all shades of grey to the black and blood red |
| I’ve been captured and i like it |
| Your illusion of what we are |
| I must repeat, my choice is clear |
| I spoke my peace, made it my own |
| To be captured, i did not resist |