When progress is a step forward with every word I say
The Earth can outrun me in its rotation with each day
Am I coming down with something; have I been stricken ill?
The flesh I crave so hopelessly is consuming me still
My eyes deceive me as her thighs will tease me
Am I a monster as I speak the unspeakable plea?
Her body is so beautiful and I just want a taste
My mind becomes the victor in a war of cut and paste
I’ve got melancholy riding shotgun as I return to my home
Are my dirty thoughts going to corrode my heart of chrome?
The sex I crave, the hunger within
A rising fire, an all-consuming sin
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