The Hedonist

I am a man of emotions.
But, when it comes to devotion,
I sell my soul in low places,-
reach the top with the aces.
I like to view things from a different angle,
with pope and piper, - lunch-hour strippers.
Or, dark-alley junkies.

Life's here and now there'll be no sequel.
Enjoy it while you can.
To those who claim all men are equal,
I say Think again

We find joy, we feel sorrow.
No one knows what waits beyond tomorrow.
The rich get richer, the poor stay poor.
Only two ways down that corridor.

Here in the Street of dreams,
you'll find no in-betweens.
It's a dead-end or the Wheel of fortune

Spin it around Make it go round
You might get lucky Spin it around
Around again it's turning

Yes, it's a world of confusion, -
corruption, caused by dissolution.
But who am I to talk? I've turned some pages.
A man of so many stages.

Life's here and now, there'll be no sequel.
Enjoy it while you can.
Ain't saying all men should be equal.
That's never been the plan.

There is joy, there is sorrow.
No one knows what waits beyond tomorrow.
In the lap of luxury
rests a homeless child in agony.

I know, - I know
I can make a difference, - every vote counts
Ain't that what you're saying?
I know you only want what's best for me
But, I don't wanna go the the distance.

I can't be a part of this. I'm not your man.
Remember, I'm a headonist I stick to my plan
Joie de vivre
There is nothing you can say,
to make me go soft, changing my way.
Let it go Let it be

My path is chosen,
- if not flawless, at least pre-paid.
Go save the world,
but without me I'm afraid.

My mind mirrors the secrets of it's past.
Promises only made, never to last.
I can't change, I can't sail to your shore.
It's too late, I'm not that man anymore.
Let it go Let it be

My path is chosen - it's not flawless,
but it's straight.
Though your words soothe me - time is running late.
Your honesty moves me - but, don't make me hesitate.
Your beauty surrounds me am I losing my faith.

When you look into the abyss,
the abyss also looks into you (Nietzsche)

I know, - I've been there.
Looked the truth right in the eye,
saw the writing on the wall
Beware of the devil's trumpet

When you look into the abyss,
the abyss also looks into you

In my nightmares, I see
this deep, dark hole in me,
where my conscience used to be.

Are you still here? I'm ready, help me rise
out of the abyss, into your Paradise.
Guide my journey safely to your shore.
This wayward traveller wants to pay his score
Please, leave an open door.

We find joy, we find sorrow.
No one knows what waits
beyond tomorrow.
In the lap of luxury,
rests a homeless child in agony.

It's a world of confusion.
There's corruption,
there is dissolution.
We are facing grim reality
Destruction or eternity.

Here in the Street of dreams
You'll find no in betweens.
It's a dead-end
or the Wheel of fortune