Satan tell me why do i want to fuck
Faceless silhouettes in a parking lot
Lit up by the sign of a gas station
I'll never understand myself again
Oh no, there must be something wrong
Should i find a bridge to jump off of?
Mom still says i'm living in sin
I'll never get rid of the voice within
Tried to set me straight with an exorcism
Worked about as well as my catechism
When things get good, i know i'm insane
Fear of sin still eats up my brain
Constant guilt, nothing's ever enough
They did a real good job of fucking me up
Satan tell me why do i want to fuck
(How many years will this shit go on)
Everyone is guilty nothing's ever enough
(How many people do i have to fuck)
