Scrolling menu eyes of seven sins
With you, my faith is qualified dirty
I hand over my pride at the door
Eligible first-class seat south of your navel
Pure sin is the night's flavor
Rampage, Bells & Whistles
Fine ingredients harvested
From the wrath from your heart from the core
I expose my greed
I asked to dish it out
More gluttony of mind
Some I handle well
Wait till I lust your mouth for dessert
I envy what's left on the table
I envy what's left of you on the table
Sloth fits me fine when I'm done feasting
Wiping my sanity on your flesh
I went down for the third serving
I feel so disgustingly filthy,
So satisfied,
Tasting what I can never have enough of
What I don't deserve
As you like us to feel
Then, it gets too clear
Redemption is just a turnstile
To renew the cycle
So I get close to god in the wrong way,
To get back to you.
Born again for your seven-sin menu
I do it again
I come back slate clean
I come back slate clean
Except for the seven names stuck in my head
I scroll through your menu eyes for the seven sins
It's still the same ingredients same quality more mature
With you my faith is qualified dirty
I hand over my pride at the door, again
Eligible first-class seat south of your navel
Relax I feel myself now I feel you
Seven sins are deadly for a reason
You possess them all
Seven deadly sins all in you
It gets too clear
Redemption is just a turnstile
To renew the cycle
Tasting what I can never have enough of
What I don't deserve.
As you like us to feel
I feel so disgustingly filthy
So satisfied
I went down for the third serving again
I envy what's left of you on the table
The remaining parts of the seven deadly sins