Eternal Crutch

We all sin I sin You sin Everyone is a sinner A sin is a sin is a sin There’s no way to win Your actually guilty before you begin So how do you actually get a reprieve? To acquire the salvation You wish to receive The game is rigged And not in your favor What depravity may I offer you? What’s your flavor? Many choices to be had Mix and match your wickedness Custom made immorality for the mad Smoke, drink, inject and snort Can I have some more? Is the retort Mind numbing at it’s best Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, No time to rest Gotta get high I must confess My blanket My shield My sanctuary Sobriety is quite contrary To my goal Of being numb, dumb, and resistant to succumb So, don’t bother trying to save me you fool The drugs are my tool And reality is my school Follow the line of the diseased mind You may find it to be kind If not, a monotonous grind Welcome to the cognitive bind Eric (and sometimes not)