• The The life of sin is short but has long highs
    The way it lives, the way it dies

    The inside life of sin is in your heart
    The same as gloom, and cold, and dark

    The dying sin begins another’s life
    So free the cold, the bloody knife

    The jaded wheel of sin can birth its kind
    As long as death, the golden find

    The funeral of a sin a living vent
    Thus creating when not meant

    Though While the end of sin is yet unfurled
    It is the cause of this dead world

    But while even still the sin’s alive
    Or to the least the way it lies