I have yearned for ink to forgive my sins
Wash away the daemons beneath the skin.
Greed, wanting more than a girl's allowed
Seeking out what's already been found
Sloth, the silent stuffed corpse of longing
Sitting, waiting, expectantly prowling
Wrath, smash of mirror mirror on the wall
Who's in unfairest of them all
Envy, her smile, stitched up prepared to lure
The green in her eyes flashes impure
Pride aloof, too above you to care
Dirty little secrets denied, beneath the blank stare
Gluttony more dirty, dark, sexy lies
Climax in the shadows only adds to the disguise
Lust, craving your touch flowing down my spine
As I feel your breath mingle with mine
Pray, ink is my absolution...
For holy father I have sinned...