Sin

Sin is a used syringe sitting on an alley floor
it will penetrate your skin, releasing in your vein: a cure
a cure for pain, but the side effects are endless
beg for just filthy rain to clean you of this new dependence


It's a dollar, placed on nothing but the standards of a world
it's your god, your love, your soul; when it is lost, your life is void
it is lust, it is envy, it is never-ending pain
escaping is for us to learn, like knowing water is in rain
so evident, so blatant, yet with eyes shut, we don't see
told - don't listen, touch - don't feel, the answer: that is He

on your doorstep, more blood than the coliseum floor
as if a labyrinth of morals, like immortals, will endure
claim your innocence, further twisting in this maze
as though it's not a lie, simply the truth littered with haze

Let the wind carry your breath until your lungs are still
then the functions of your flesh will yield to spiritual
if your control can hold yourself just long enough to be sinless
let your desires include only heaven, with only heaven as your witness