Don't Drop the Soap
Saponification
GENRE
Where this path has ended
Where my experiments
Laid the course of my being
I’ve yet to comprehend
A new world to explore and help remake
Already strict and controlled yet lacking space to take
Seems other souls in this place have but one escape
To indulge in prostrate of their fellow race
It follows you a look that’s craving the feeding
Time to follow suit
The others have chosen to rip into the church of me
It hurts and yet
I can’t help but feel that I’ve found
Peace when I drop the soap
Viscous insertion through my tangled organs
I breath
Sharpened sensation of public elation
Brings news
That man's greatest treasure is trial by pleasure
I laugh
Laughing at my own perversion
It makes me think of ways I've sinned
The things I've done to others
Trying to think of justification for my behavior when pleased
I think It's hard for everyone to find fault in themselves
So then we must look around to find it
The things I've done have less to do about myself
They’re more to do with others and what I must do
It's time again
To feed the primal urge
Come gather round
It’s me again
Behold the freshest meat
Though I never complained
I've become the object of this ceremony
No one new to take the urge
The others have chosen to rip into the church of me
It hurts and yet
I can’t help but feel that I’ve found
Peace when I drop the soap
Where my experiments
Laid the course of my being
I’ve yet to comprehend
A new world to explore and help remake
Already strict and controlled yet lacking space to take
Seems other souls in this place have but one escape
To indulge in prostrate of their fellow race
It follows you a look that’s craving the feeding
Time to follow suit
The others have chosen to rip into the church of me
It hurts and yet
I can’t help but feel that I’ve found
Peace when I drop the soap
Viscous insertion through my tangled organs
I breath
Sharpened sensation of public elation
Brings news
That man's greatest treasure is trial by pleasure
I laugh
Laughing at my own perversion
It makes me think of ways I've sinned
The things I've done to others
Trying to think of justification for my behavior when pleased
I think It's hard for everyone to find fault in themselves
So then we must look around to find it
The things I've done have less to do about myself
They’re more to do with others and what I must do
It's time again
To feed the primal urge
Come gather round
It’s me again
Behold the freshest meat
Though I never complained
I've become the object of this ceremony
No one new to take the urge
The others have chosen to rip into the church of me
It hurts and yet
I can’t help but feel that I’ve found
Peace when I drop the soap
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