fluorescent angels

what can you find
in a world of fluorescent angels
where saints and love
can be found in brothels?

i drink to the ghost of Blake
and i raise my glass to Death
the Devil bought my soul today
for the heat of your breath

don't waste your heart on
sincere prayers for a better day
cause the gods will only laugh
for your sorrow is their play

but you knew this painful truth
you have always did
but i say "nothing can't be fixed
with a glass of honey mead"

i swore that should i dream
i would dream like a god
i judge not sinners nor saints
let karma separate truth from fraud

but know this, all that i've bled and cried
i have only wanted to be
the one who remains through the tide
of time, engraved in your memory