t minus 10

[saint_monkey]

love, purity, and truth
i went to the gutter to seek out the truth
i asked every liar i met
but no silk suited demon with tongue of fire
could produce the desired effect

i paid the pimps the price they asked
to speak to an honest man
but all i got was a scarecrow
who dealt out the tarot
while a cross and a dollar
decorated his hand

and a whore named marie
showed me a place in the sea
where it's rumoured true love might be found
but all that was there
was a stink in the air
the smell of a maiden who'd drowned

(bridge)
when at last at the end of my travels
i at your feet lay me down
you greeted me there in silence
my heart didn't utter a sound
(end of bridge)

when away like a candle in corner
i found purity burning her wick
i winked at her eye all aglitter
and i beat our her fire with a stick.