Morals changing
Darkness growing
So horrible I fear my actions will become
Worried my soul may become a dark slum
With my morals changing
And the darkness growing
I become what I fear
Heart stabbed by a wicked spear
Horrible my heart becomes with desire
Mind racing with a sinful fire
My morals changing
And the darkness growing
My horrible actions cause my soul such distain
Slowly my mind and soul begin to wane
Morals changed
And the darkness grown
I’m no longer true
My actions a poisonous dew
They grow and darken
Filling the desires of men
So horrible I would see myself
If i was not just a shell of myself
