Taste The Sin
Sin.
Gushing gasping through all of it
My flesh it seems to crawl
the sin of this is soaking in
Embraced by one and dull
Come down and tell me all your sins
Absolve your self to me
It matters not if wash it clean
The bruise is there to see
Deceit.
Hatred.
Envy.
Sin.
Decent.
Sin.
