Taynt

My broken soul, thy broken mould To the devil now, it is sold      Mine, the sin through which you were born Lust, and Gaia's sweet seduction. Fruit of my loins, I've no reply Why have I brought you, here to die?      Life, the sin in that you were born Fools, for once again rushing in. Lost from Heaven, fallen to Hell Earth holds no promise, prison cell      Hope, the sin that would have you born Blind, wanted all but deserved none. If God is all, and all is sin Then nothing matters, you can't win      We, the sinners that had you born Filth, happy family we've become.