My blood moves
I feel all right
My ritual followed us to paradise

My blood moves
I feel all right
Dont touch me

Cuz ive had too much to feel tonight

Im a martyr of a new and magic kind

Its gettin easy not to suffer all the time

My good time

I feel all right
My ritual followed us to paradise
My blood moves i feel all right

Dont touch me cuz youre still too much to feel tonight




Not tonight i repeat me over
Im a martyr of a new and magic kind

Its getting easy not to suffer all the time
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age
But happy anarchy is all i really crave


Trying to be good while i get my fill
Will i get what i need?

I dont know if i will
When i take it in will i make it my own again
My own again


My good time i feel all right
My ritual got my through another night


Im a martyr of a new and magic kind
Its getting easy not to suffer all the time

My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age
But happy anarchy is all i really crave
Its all i want. its all i need

So come over.