The sound of the empty blank night,
Hides not the sins that make our lives.For it cannot be lost, the pleasure
Innate to us, our buried treasure -
Lost amongst shades of morality;
Sweet conundrum that fucks reality.
For we cannot escape who we are,
Though the Lord above who sees far,
Demands from us this sacrifice -
Your freedom for faith and strive,
Your freedom for faith and strive,
For lack of self and more of the divine -
But nothing seems to bridge the divide
Between desire and permissions
From this world's intercessions
And from the heart's omissions.
Yet, we strive to maintain this evil balance,
Between our urges and our conscience -
For no good reason that really does exist,
Save that we've been told we cannot permit,
To consider how our lives are betwixt
As the impulses awaken our craving.
