Daughter Of Eve

She was the queen of New Orleans.
The master of holding our head in her hands.
And we lust from her face.
After months of redeeming ourselves to the savior, we decide to give up on repentance and give in to lace.
Because all work and no play makes me a dull boy.
I'd throw it all away but I'm addicted to the taste.

Never on time.
Always a go-getter.
Another set of people with their vendettas.
Almost there.
We're eating ourselves from the inside out.
We'd make it on home, but we can't get out.
Almost there.

I am addiction, affliction, all of the above.
I'd give two shits less if you asked me to dance.
Now my lungs are so black like my heart and now we will witness karma at its best.
Because it's been a long time coming.
Why won't you come in?

Pray to your god to make everything better.
We're taking this now and we won't regret it.
Almost there.
There's no one else here.
There's no need to run.
We're preaching to the choir, let's get things done.
Almost there.