Lust can compare to a drug. You go back for more even 
though you know its wrong. As difficult as it may seem 
you can be free. I must stay in his secret place and 
never leave. Relieve me, retrieve me, renew me. My 
emotions are nystagmus and to think it's all fault. 
Precious things I should dwell on, lovely sweet dreams. 
The filth and waste that's excreting out of my veins 
won't stop until you show me your grace. Past ghost come 
to haunt from sins replaced. In times of guilt you show 
your forgiveness.