Sinner in Search of a Saint

Dreams can turn into nightmares,

nightmares can be dreams in disguise... 

It's all subjective. 

You're my angel in disguise...

I can see your halo suspended by horns.

 With a face so angelic, 

what a facade.... 

Let the lights dim some. 

Art so deviant, it steals the limelight. 

Morning flight to sin city,

in search of salvation....

Packed light, no emotional baggage.  

Fire it up,  

and hit the lights, please.  

Lit it up, 

and burn me down, please. 

Pour it up,  

and drink it slow, please.  

As of late, all the subs are substantial...

unquoted quotations,  

why are you being so irr-a-tional?  

Every fire needs a flame, 

and every sinner needs a saint.  

let's try to be rational.