El Loco

I'm a fragile, temperamental
God's victim
Who rather than pray
For me
Went to dance
He went to somewhere's dancefloor
He wanted my disguise
Living like a mortal
He cound't kill me so
He gift me a particular vision

Wisps of smoke
Flickered to meet him
I feel the glow
And I want to enter

I'm a wayward and very unique
God's victim
Who at his mercy
Stole
My wife
And admitted her to a brothel
He managed
As a pimp, a great gentleman
And he went to the end, to confuse
His impunity, he believed himself imminent

Wisps of smoke
Flickered to meet him
I feel the glow
And I want to enter

The gift is mine and it's over
I won't return it
The gift is mine and it's over
I won't return it
The gift is mine and it's over
I won't return it

I'm a fragile, temperamental
God's victim
Who rather than pray
For me
He went to somewhere's dancefloor