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
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