Sin Lover

The preacher tells me I have a call

To be nothing less than a holy saint

But it feels like flying when I fall

So I lay in bed and caress my taint

That man of flesh that I just can’t deny

That idol that I hide beneath my tent

That secret I love that’s clothed in a lie

That part of the straight me that’s always bent

I love it although it darkens my sight

I love it although it loosens my grip

I love it although I know it’s not right

I love this hidden stone that makes me trip

So I try to fight but know I can’t win

For I am a man in love with my sin