Reaching for the alarm clock after sex I look in the mirror
Another night of ego gratification
Identity still not found
Soul driven to a million desolate places
In search of something
Sexual demons and immaturity I’m hold bound
I’m just a man driven by physical ambition
Blinded by lust and immorality unable to listen
Emotional constipation, defines my complacency
Cold sweat fills the bed, sanity seems bleak
A night with her I’m able to sleep
I have to wake up and face reality
Time slows down and my head begins to spin
A world filled with corruption
My heart seems to fit in
My spirit is unwavering
ONe day I will rest with my eyes wide open
Until that day this is life I have chosen
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