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sin


Born in sin I am a sinnerman Condemned by my sinning ways Imprisoned by my evil desires My flesh hungers and taste to all sorts of atrocities I look into the mirror and all I see is emptiness My soul filled with sorrow, pain and guilt My sinful nature covered by the dark side of the moon For I have sinned to the core of the earth Buried beneath the sand I have no ressurection For I weep day and night that my life be free Yet I sin once more Hyellabadoo #Christiangrey
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