Everything I feel just turns on me
Again and again 'til I can't see
Everything you sought, you found
But I see people
looking down
Pointed fingers, pointless lives
All points lead to empty lies
Empty hands and dirty deeds
It all comes down to
just one thing
I don't believe
Whenever I feel this thing inside
Forbidden, forgiven, forever denied
I must have somehow
dreamed
Of all the things I've never seen
All the words left unsaid
I never quite took into my head
All the things that lie
undone
Like petals forever falling on this gun
Be pure
You can be chaste
You can behave
You can be mine
You'll be my
cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You'll be my crime
You will be mine
Be pure
All the time I tried to breathe
It
all turned into make believe
One confusion, one confession
One more lie, one more lesson
Complicity, stupidity
The bile in my
hypocrisy
The broken, low morality
The sentimental strategy
Be pure
You can be chaste
You can behave
You can be
mine
You'll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You'll be my crime
You will be mine
Be pure
Be pure
Be
vigilant
Behave
Be mine
Be pure
You can be chaste
You can behave
You can be mine
You'll be my cure
Be my
religion
Be my decision
You'll be my crime
You will be pure
You can be chaste
You can behave
You can be mine
You'll
be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You'll be my crime
You will be mine