I'm guilty but not unclean, he's everywhere I go
Putting me on display
He wants me crawling from the inside
He wants me with a feral drive
I'm not all white

Sundays are for mourning
They're the stain of the week

He's a labyrinthine fix, he's everywhere I want to be
Mortifying me again
He's got a grip on my being purely obscene
All with a feral drive
I'm not all white

Sundays are for mourning
They're the stain of the week