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Submit yourselves to God

Your body is not your own

Transforming of your mind

Then you will outshine

It’s called filth

Creep show burlesque

It’s what dirties your soul

The flesh a drug of choice

You can’t hide your profanity from God

You only lie to yourself

This is not art

It is an evil blackness of the heart

Depravity and disappointment

In the end you die

Wrong is wrong in the worst way

And the poison is pornography

Then you die chasing the high

Romance X

Some like it hot

But the heat is on you

When the devil’s your lust

In Satan you trust

You don’t know me

The secret life

You don’t know me

It’s hard to digest, it is all complex

It leads to death, Romance X

Leaves you with things to confess

Your mind finds no rest

It is Romance X

There are dots to connect

The rope around your neck

Leaves your life a wreck

It is Romance X

You don’t know me

The secret life

You don’t know me

Great expectations

Reaching for heaven you only find hell

Your paradise becomes your own prison cell

Slave to the flesh, slave to the mind

Slave to self will, running out of rhymes