Album: The Reapers
Submit yourselves to God,
your body is not your own
Transforming of your mind
then you will outshine
It's called filth
creep show burlesque
It's what dirty's your soul
The flesh a drug of choice
You can't hide your profanity from God
You only lie to yourself
This is not art
It is an evil blackness of the heart
Depravity and disappointment
in the end you die
Wrong is wrong in the worst way
and the poison is pornography
Then you die chasing the high
Romance X, Some like it hot
But the heat is on you
when the devils your lust
In Satan you Trust
YOU DON'T KNOW ME, THE SECRET LIFE
YOU DON'T KNOW ME
It's hard to digest, it is all complex
it leads to death, Romance X
Leaves you with things to confess
your mind finds no rest
It is Romance X
There are dots to connect, the rope around your neck
leaves your life a wreck
It is Romance X
YOU DON'T KNOW ME, THE SECRET LIFE
YOU DON'T KNOW ME
great expectations
Reaching for heaven you only find hell
your paradise becomes your own prison cell
Slave to the flesh slave to the mind
Slave to self will
Running out of rhymes
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