DEBAUCHERY SUNDAYS

The night unveiled
The morning sun

There is nowhere
to hide
No lies
are told
As the day breaks
the truth be told

Another sleepless night
Another dancein the devil's arms
Wasted and wounded

In your arms
I heal
in your eyes
I feel

Time stops as the hours go by
The fadesAnother sunday
wasted away

It should bewrong
It should bebad

Yet it feels so good
It feels so right
What can I do?
You make debauchery
look so damn good