Enslave

How much did it hurt knowing you fucked up your life once again?
History keeps repeating, you're still the person you once condemned
You can keep digging, the mess you've made won't go out on it's own
You can keep running, but this will follow you wherever you go
This salacious way of living will be your downfall
The guilt, the shame, manifesting
Immoral, tormenting, addiction

This cycle of disgust will only serve as your infliction
Your contribution to your jaded sickness
Your vulgar actions; all too meticulous
The loneliness should have been a sign that this would never pay off
When will you learn the hate of which you speak is the reason you don't have the life you seek?
You must accept the fact you did this to yourself, no one stabbed you in the back

This is not a simple miscalculation
The loss of hope, a sign of the times, fueled by lust, condemned by saints
The daughters of plagues will now rejoice and hold high the chalice of decay
This black cloud over your head will not subside, do it son, choke on your sick
No one will cry