Sin

Austere, coloured paper flags on string
To witness death and live
Dark mood, sweating, nude over you
I love to live in sin

No sins forgiven
No penance owed
Get thee behind me, Satan

Front row seats at the show of one's demise
From soul are cold hands pried
I'm hopelessly addicted to the rough
Waves lift me up

To sin is to seduce yourself to live
I now refuse to kneel
The worship of your body is my faith
Revere you when I pray



Credits
Writer(s): Raoul Maccamley
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