Trouble found me in room 1209
I entangled it in my dilemma
It absorbed what I was going through
Trouble now has its own trouble
Defining dilemmas just like me
God calls it sinful lust
Satan, on the other hand, calls it a lush pleasure
It's the battle of forever
Let them judge me how they see it
Both on opposite ends of the spectrum
Love or sin, it's the same to me
I just want you somewhere in the end
Barely dreaming
But by the 9th night everyone is here
Diabolic notions
Chaperoned by my alternating
Jekyll & hyde personalities
My head floating above the pillow
Sensing respirations of your breathing
Mutating my humanity,
The smell of lingerie
It reminds me of whispers from the past
Signs, passion for peace slogans,
So I morph for hedonic head trips
Version 97 this time
For a drive in her cruise ship
With customized license plates
Exhausted decadent lust purged
I load up more from a slit in my
leaking gluttony suitcase
My alliance to either god or satan seems undefined
I feel like a whore in a bidding war,
Salvation time is closing in
To whom do I owe this?
Whatever my penance may be,
It's worth my exploits,
Just as long as I have you
To satisfy this gluttony
In room 1209