Everyone was walking on the face of the Christ
and I was walking on the face of the Devil
and with a smirk
the molesters' smirk of
feeling high
like inside
the caffeine
of a coffee bean
Yet I had no true evil
to go by
just the potential of the almost nearly
touch of the forbidden
just the scratch of sadism
a hint of the robbery
a dream of the stolen fruit
I would kiss the Devil's lips
and say I love
if only the Whitelight
wouldn't go out
and bring me back to darkness