Shiny white tiers of your sugar cake
Tell a tale that is delicious to the taste
Milk before meat but your meat is fake
Line upon line of sugared cocaine
Your fruits I taste give me stomachaches
Salty hot tears running down my face
The angels’ war in my head to seal my fate
You would have veiled my eyes to initiate
Easy to do since you numbed my face
Gluttony is a sin to partake
Unless it’s of your sugar cake
When I turned my back on your sickly glaze
The Son went dark for three whole days
I felt no man would know the time or date
When I would be free from your addictive haze
Why is it always men, anyway?
Like honey to flies you drew me in
What else to do when that’s where I begin
Well I’ve opened my eyes, and forgave my own sins
I give myself love without end
Without you, I’ll be born again
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