Folk Implosion - My Ritual

My good time
I feel all right
My ritual followed us to paradise
My blood moves
I feel all right
Don't touch me
Cuz I've had too much to feel tonight

I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind
It's gettin' easy not to suffer all the time

My good time
I feel all right
My ritual followed us to paradise
My blood moves
I feel all right
Don't touch me
Cuz you're still too much to feel tonight

Not tonight, I repeat, me over
I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind
It's getting easy not to suffer all the time
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age
But happy anarchy is all I really crave

Trying to be good, while I get my fill
Will I get what I need?
I don't know if I will
When I take it in , will I make it my own again
My own again

My blood moves, I feel all right
My ritual got me through another night

I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind
It's getting easy not to suffer all the time
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age
But happy anarchy is all I really crave

It's all I need, It's all I want, It's all I crave
So come over.(x4)