Lust

To be at odds with your maker when its flame has a disgusted wick To lust then have not cause you give into your lusts In broadened arrows were idiots fly away from the one we have to do Where as others outside really haven't a clue We each must choose our master before that certain factual date with fate The haunt in full view meditates on new wine yet Would never help to defend their brother Men of corrupt minds that plug with destruction Those strange voices in my head filled with dread locked away almost dead Fallen lines drawn in the sand when to understand That late far away plan filled with lust expensive perfume on the wall Four walls in their thick shawls the no it alls Gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze today I'm just stuck inside this maze!