Slave and Lord - Alice Francis

No, you don’t know my name, so you call me angel,

But I don’t need no wings when I take you to the sky.

And all you need to see is lightened by the nightsky.

Your glimpse devours me, but by the time you reach my eyes

You’re doomed I got you hipnotized.

And now you’re falling, and you stumble, you’re on fire.

Oh — this kind of love — it hurts!

It’s got me burned.

It will slowly devour me.

Why do I take what you give when it is not what I want.

I am caught in the thought: Am I slave, am I lord?

And when the sun goes down the night openes the gateways.

Weary cravings are shaded in the dark.

When pleasure becomes pain the watching eye is changing,

Pulling back and forth.

You’re trying hard to reach my mind,

But it’s just the bate you’re about to find.

And now you’re falling, and you stumble, you’re on fire.

Oh — this kind of love — it hurts.

It’s got me burned.

It will slowly devour me.

Why do I take what you give when it is not what I want.

I am caught in the thought: Am I slave, am I lord?

Am I slave, am I lord?

Am I slave, am I lord?