I’ve cried out in my sinning silence
I’ve beaten the drums inside my head
I’ve asked the priest a hundred times for my penance
And still gnawing at me is the addiction that can’t be fed

Fugitive to my own soul
I hide the shame of my silent hypocrisy
And keep scratching a deeper hole
Holes in my open sores my moral leprosy

I bandage the wounds, cover it up
I hide in the shadows amid blinding daylight
And let the festering sores continue to corrupt
I have no energy left, no will to fight

I don’t know where to go,
But I know where this is going
How can I sink so low,
When I should be living!

 
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