Best of Times?

Jan:

The Best of Times, am I ruled by darker passions now?
Is it sinful to be free of denial?
Enjoying life while it lasts?
Sworn in every room
Pleasures the only truth
And Abstinience is hatred of the self

The Best of Times, all the friends I never had before
Now a string of lithe companions take their place
Always keen to call my name
Tell me where's the shame?
After all, everybody, has their price

Doesn't everyone have their price?

So I justify this decadence
With heavy breathing incantation, but is it love?
Sometime I recognise my folly, regret the waste
Then the hunger I can't satisfy draws me back again

The Best of Times, oh I hope they never end

I pray they never end for me...