Shadow Priest

Shadow Priest for Ozzy Osbourne You come with a moral compass, An instruction so obvious that even fools are blinded By the clarity of your hand— A hand that teaches to sniff the crooked ways, And a hand that smudges out darkness. My youthful hand is satiated by your orchestration. My body moves to your programming. The tension sways like Franciscan bridges— But no snap. Shadow Priest, let me see beyond your hold. Let me dance and frolic in my nakedness. Let me dress in black And sway to the beats of the underworld. Let me be! I have you in memory, And records show that I'm in good standing— But tonight, I will howl. Howl like any other tired wolf. I'm coming out.