Man whore - Intellectual

[Intro:]

I gave myself a headache. Let's play something else

I’ve tasted women in the middle of parking lots vacant

I’ve run through darkened fields, moonlight illuminates us naked

I’ve taken them behind buildings, entangled in back alleys

I’ve had them sitting on me in basements of Bible studies

I keep the waters muddy

And wonder why I’m stuck

It’s a never-ending story of

A dormant lust

I say “I will not act”

Until they’re in my lap

I place them there

Yet scared of how far I’ll push the line back

I drown in something, but I know it isn’t living water

I close my eyes, but know I’ve disappointed my true Father

I stand beside myself and watch my fingers blacken, blacken

I stand beside myself and know I’m not the captain, askin'

“Why do I do these things? Why do I do these things?

Why do I gorge myself on guilt and all the shame it brings?

Why am I slipping off my faith like its a wedding ring?”

Conductor cackles, while the demonic choirs do sing

“Why the kid always whining?

We thought he really did enjoy two timing?

He’s not forced to eat, so why he always dining?

We give him what he wants, so why he keep whining?”

Whining

Why you whining like that?

We give it to you

Why you whining like that?

I set the table with a place mat made of scripture

Think I’m clean cause I kept the main course out the picture

The table’s propped up by my will, still not a steady structure

And even then I prod the meat and wonder if I’ll puncture

I’ll take a nibble, feel it dribble through the cracks of mind

Until it permeates my brain, a brackish, blackish brine

A mold that forms and formulates a state of feigned starvation

Catalyzing frenzy feast, my final destination

My best friend feels like an old whore each new night

My own father cheated on his first wife twice

My mom didn’t cry as hard after the second time

So maybe it gets easier, each time you sacrifice