Oh dear lord I'm saturated
with all those sins you know I've done
all those sins have confiscated
my self respect one by one
I've given up to Satan's will
I've earned my way through to hell
earned my way to being ill
bid my morals for them to sell
Oh dear lord how much i suffer
and toss and turn through endless nights
toss and turn for nightmares batter
my tethered conscience, forsaken plight
Black ink blotches on a wrinkled white sheet
my stains of shame, identity scars
stains of shame that reek of deceit
as strong as stale urine in a pissoir
Various sins, minor and grand
several acts of mere imprudence
it's the truth, this is where I stand
ungoverned by jurisprudence
Oh dear lord I fear the day
when you and I stand face to face
when you get to hear my body complain
about all the times I fell from grace
Inflicted pain upon myself
yes I am condemned to that
but that's because I hate myself
for doing shameful things like that
Under the shower I close my eyes
imagining my sins slip down the drain
hoping that I could someday rise
and from sinful acts I would abstain
