Turned

As much as men try to deny it
The evil they find inside themselves is real
They will slash and turn around for god forbid
The things they do for every last meal
How can they be sure it isn't poisoned?
How can they not be imprisoned?


By their sins
By their sins


Would they take it back?
To feed or to lack
Will they stay on track?
Or denounce all that is left for grain sacks.


Alas the burden it weights on their shoulders
Cast's a turn to Harlots and Wine
And to forget and never forgive
And to drown in what is divine.


Oh, may I remember
May I remember


To keep this little slumber
Still even with manner
Of the Kings and the queens I shammer


We have all been deceived
Evil and Good all together
We have all been received
By a power till December