We did not think the Tempters words
were true when we complied
but after years of being spurned
by those embalmed in light
the ever-present off’ring
of the one who trades in lies
became a salve for suff’ring
when we fled into the night.
Do not believe we fail to grasp
this deadly game we play
and ’tis true that we never asked
for you to ease our pain.
But sometimes those whose torch burns fast
and yields the brightest flame
are those who live behind a mask
of bitterness and shame.
Don’t blame yourself for tragedy
happens to every life
but on occasion those like me
admit we’ve lost the fight.
The scales of justice have indeed
become a ghastly sight
but we all know it’s just the fee
for living in the night.