Sin Taste the End of My Gun
Demons dwell within our minds
Tempting us for faith is blind
Just a nudge and you pledge
Lost your soul over the edge
Tempt me not with those eyes
Kiss me full of sweet lies
Just a night I can't forget
Only moments I soon regret
Now I hold the one I swore
To forever love and adore
But the feelings have all gone
Nothing remains all is wrong
In the night I seek her hand
Lost in her embrace she understands
What is life but to feel
Somehow living isn't real
Home becomes a living hell
Fighting in itself is the thrill
I pack my things and go away
Left you crying for me to stay
Found her in the arms of another
Laughing at me there was always others
Shot her just to hear her scream
Is this real or just a dream
Sin is easy sin is fun
Sin taste the end of my gun
Naughty naughty my cards I fold
The devil smiles he has my soul
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2015
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