Theres a voice in ny head saying sinner your a sinner.
I try to cut it off try to **** it, not to feel it.
It follows me constandly
even in my dreams.
Its getting worse like a curse
I dread its screams.

I sometimes find myself
arguing in the street.
Like a crazy person,
tripping on ****.

Its a virus in my memory
that I cant seem to debug.
The only resort I have come to find
Is keeping myself locked up inside.