Sunset to Nightmares

A bottle of gin for every sin within lair of an evil twin The likes of a flying kite, away from gloom of this room. September's never a rest but eyes up another glass cup. A bird's breasts trembling detests the coldness of a night's icy test, a tune meant for her is a noise blur lost in the tavern and I can't have her. Speedy lines mixed with coke and wine, How you do, with morbidly such a tune, If I wake up screaming, take me to the lake, of peaceful seduction near the waterfalls.