My Ritual (The Folk Implosion)

My blood moves I feel all right My ritual followed us to paradise My blood moves I feel all right Don't touch me 'cause 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 'cause 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 good time, I feel all right My ritual got my 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 want. it's all I need So come over.