Tormenting Temptation

Here is the church; here is the steeple

Open the doors and see all the people

Torn asunder by this one hit wonder

Why must it be her thumb that I’m always under?

Watch her push needles into all those people

“What’d you expect?” she asks, “I’m pure evil.”

Go home kid, you’re not wanted here with the rest

You’ve destroyed more men than Black Death

I yell to the heavens, but it falls on deaf ears

So I remain trapped, boxed in by my fears

With the sun beating down and a sweat drenched brow

I find myself simply asking “How…?”

Did I let you in?

Did we let it begin?

Will I make it out?

Can I let it out?

Here is the church; here are its constituents

Under her magnifying glass, just burned ants

Watch her toy with each and every boy

Why must it be my pain that brings her joy?

“Here drink this, you’ll love it, I promise.”

For you? Anything, my beautiful miss.

“Now think of me daily for the next thousand years.”

And I’m starting to see the cause of my fears…

What did I drink? My aching stomach!

I don’t want it, but I want you back

I toss and turn even when I’m awake

What made you think my heart was a fun thing to break?

I yell to the heavens, but it falls on deaf ears

So I remain trapped, boxed in by my fears

With sweat covered brow, under a burning sun in the sky

I find myself simply asking “Why…?”

Did I let you in?

Did we let it begin?

Can’t I ever win?

Won’t it ever end?

Here is the church; here is the steeple

Open the doors and see all the people

See all the people that can’t get up

Because you keep them down and will not stop

A broken heart in her hand

Isn’t worth two not under her command

If there is a soul to squeeze

She’ll gladly strangle it with ease

I yell to the heavens, but it falls on deaf ears

So I remain trapped, boxed in by my fears

Within my tormented head, she intrudes again

I find myself simply asking “When…?"

Did I let you in?

Will it ever end?

Will I fail to recall?

Will you stop it all?

Here is the church; there is the aftermath

She never deviates from her path

Close the doors; don’t want to see all the people

That she’s allowed her love to kill

So… where do I begin to tell you exactly

What it is you did to me?

If words could say, I’d have already tried

If this sun hadn’t burned me out, I’d have cried

If there were a short cut I’d have already taken it

But most of all I’d tell you, if I still gave a shit

So there was the church, and there was a steeple

But what do you care, of the now absent people?

I yell to the heavens, but it falls on deaf ears

So I remain tormented for who knows how many years

With the sun beating down all day long

I find myself asking, “Where did I go wrong…?”