The garden of eden without an Eve
I wander alone seeking serenity
Enveloped by the seductive mist
As it permeates each bend and twist
The branches make while they decree
Blooming fruits of impurity
Fog blankets thick over the green
Morality abandoned under this canopy
The promiscuous, masked as romance
With the breeze, they sway and enticing dance
The devil on my shoulder nods his head
Where the angel should be is a mirror instead
Mockingly, my conscience laughs at me
Ashamed and weak, I drop my leaf
The decay of my dignity
Ashamed and weak, I drop my leaf
That humid jungle is my human struggle
Sweat pours off my hallow flesh
That humid jungle is my human struggle
Puking my guts out, or at least what's left
And I won't be controlled
I'll put to rest this soul scraping forest
I'll put to rest this soul