don’t you know that being low
is just like being high?
if sin were a drug, free and let go
we’d all have the devil inside
someone tell me, could my hands be the tools
of hate?
someone tell me, would it be too hard to escape
my fate?
my heart is filled with love
but my mind is seeping with sin
I gave her a dozen black roses
and expected her to love my gift
someone tell me, why is my soul split down
the middle?
someone tell me, what did I do to deserve
to be evil?
solomon was a king of good belief
being good is always sane
but I am the king of liars
chaos is why I’m going insane
someone tell me, before evil kills
my other self
someone tell me, why am I cursed with sin’s
tortured guilt?