You're afflicted,
I'm addicted,
each of us is ill and
running on self-will.
Whether it's a lie -
let it spout,
Or a drug -
numb it out.
God receives the blame
for all of the pain;
Though responsibility lies with us,
we're too busy getting messed up.
Too many drinks -
swallow more,
So much sex -
who's not a whore?
Wandering aimlessly,
who can lead?
If they show the way,
Will you follow? |