Highroller Desolation Angels

Think of youth and the abreaction; the endless nights and insane creation.
In mad obsession and what it meant to be, the secrets torn but the need to
release- our sacred hearts.
The heroin Jesus, the essenceof youth, crucified by age and cold indifference.
It’s the temptation that makes you feel so tested.
It’s the passion that makes you feel so tried.
And a year’s just another year…
When you look at the ruin and the desire so far, strewn across lives and where
we really are.
Life love and dreams; such immaculate design, perfect relation a vision of mine
-our sacred hearts.
So easy to forget yet the cycle still spins with the real naked calling in the
hearts of men.
It does by our doings and all before our eyes, as I cried for the roses and a
past I denied- our sacred hearts.
So in love so at war, risen and pure.
This is the heroin Jesus who takes away the sins of the
world; in this the fleeting, and then it’s over.
We’re gonna sanctify the pain.
We’re gonna rectifythe drain.
We’re gonna isolate the germ in desire.
Shiva would dance for us, Siddhartha would walk with us.
Heaven would sing for us.
We’re gonna sanctify the pain.
We’re
gonna isolate the germ in desire — our sacred hearts.