Loss of the Last Innocence - 4/2/2004

Butterflies of smoke
And fiery devils down your throat.
The moon belongs to a select few
Whose feet have dared to wander
And eyes have dared to look.
Throbbing beats to fuck to
Laser pulsing lights
Popping pills
Decked in frills
Slipping in and out of sight
Loud voices, pitched at screaming
Covering ears and eyes
Don't let them hear and see
The skeletons in their closet
Or what dwells inside their head
No feral dreams left to live for
Give up that final ecstasy
Fiery devils in your veins
Throbbing fucking beats
Don't let them see or hear
The last loss of innocence.