Garden of Sodom

The curvature of flesh delights the eye and makes a hold Heightened senses malleable, so hard to keep control Don’t play coy with me you silly bitch, you know exactly as you do You steer the brutes with between your legs, gives you a vicious grip Created or chanced with inborn frailty, slaves to our shells Each one with deficient weakness, each one with personal hells So many seek a higher meaning caused by witnessed base desires They cannot bear to think that they’re rubbed out just like weak little fires Death is a certainty for all of us Thrust upon us before many are ready Forced to fall and to end up in rot Puny life snuffed out, puppet strings cut And your delusions aren’t getting you anywhere All you’re accomplishing is pissing me off You’re a sack of fluids and bones with an expiration date Just a pig making noise about how you’re so important