And I don't understand how you can drive so fast on an empty tank of gas
I won't be surprised when you crash

Frenetic haze of passion
Reckless lust's the fashion

Idolatry of asinine
Fondling of saccharine

Injecting lies by sticky lips
To prisoners of gyring hips

Fall into the siren's den
And glut yourself in raging ken

Gaze into the empty eyes
Pleading for innocent franchise

Dandle painted skin so soft
To hold the vacancy aloft

But when the beautous morning breaks

You'll find your life was wasted.