I never felt such a sensation as being torn between two worlds,

A night grifter and a day dreamer.

My friends are my enemies, and my enemies are dead.

Justice is the enemy of passion.

A cretin and a scholar, the careful balance is slightly off.

A dash of salt melts away my soothing words

And turns my tender caress into a vice grip.

I don a black robe and a mask, my home the dark alleyways of deception —

Come with me, if you dare, for your return is not guaranteed.

Without a moments thought, I'll pull you into the shadows,

My love giving way to savage greed.

At daylight's break, things will never be the same,

And all you'll see on my shining face is the black mask,

An appearance of illusions and lust.

Intimacy becomes infancy, and wit wilts.

The tainted, oily film of desire sits upon the pure waters of my soul.

Upon my horse I gallop along the evening streets of infidelity,

Ringing my bell as I pass silent homes.