You've shown me the cold and I've slept by the ice.

You've fed me to the fire and I soared with the inferno

A chill, a blaze, a mystic maze

Are you still watching over me, do you still see?

Will you tear me asunder and never set me free?

Will I ever know the taste of your glory?

Suspended in chains as you carve our story?

The leatherbound book on its knees before Your throne

Still loving you no matter what ends up being true

Just hoping to see you outside of a phone

Because no matter what your life may be I'm amazed by You alone.

Lies from Your lips are like scarlet wine

Further entwined with the Divine

I'd still lick your boots clean, party or not

Friendless or famous, I've cast my lot

And if I only could make a deal with Goddess

I'd be running up the Golden Gate in my leather bodice

Your Angel, your devotee

I beg to be enchained to thee

To: My " Illyria" From: Her drunk female gay version of Wesley

"Would you like me to lie to you now?"

(Angel reference. I forget if you watched it or not but you should totally binge it if we do end up getting that LA gaydate. Ilyria and Wes' reasons are a lot different but you're pretty much just like her and .. I'm probably just as misanthropic, weary and worn as Wes in season 5. But also worshipful.)