BT - Immpral Beloved lyrics

A flood. desire. the sky's on fire. the streets are filled with mad men's mouths. foaming spirit, if you're out there, i know you're probably just a coping mechanism. now stay awake all night and drive and watch the way the street lights die: spiraling in circular arrays their light beams pa**ing through me All day and all the night cold cat sleeps with his eyes wide open. i watched him turning white like smoke in violet light when broken. i hung low out of sight like some mr. wrong as mr. right. as i hung low out of sight, mr. wrong and mr. right were dancing down the doors. dancing down the doors. down the doors. down the doors