No matter what the sun
will shine
And though it isn't mine
I unwrap it every morning and put the bow aside
Peaking again into the box to see what else's
inside
In the gift box of my life
I no longer see necessity in checking for the
sender
I only ever had one real sponsor
My sugar daddy
Literally coz he's so sweet he made my sin rot
Washed off with live blood
But kept by my stubborn ways in my mind's pot
Slowly stewing away in It's decay waiting for me
to dip into when I loose my way
My heart, I easily can give away but my mind's a
constitution in lack of democracy
Everything else in me roots for a monarchy under
the living king
But my mind's under It's own kind of tyranny
Psychologically, we all have a bit of a split
personality
Laugh till you cry out the tears of your agony
But I can't be Luke warm and still live
eternally
So externally I try to do by him what's right
And rob my flesh of its desires until one day he
cures my mind
