The sin of the Garden is the sin on our heads
The sin of the Serpent is in our beds
Dip into water so secure so unsure
Danger, danger but there’s allure
I want to be pure I want to be whole
I want to be sure I want a clean soul
The reeds sway against the nude
The shivers ascend ever so rude
Bring the adulterated flesh to the alter
Bring the syncopated one to Gibraltar
Contain the contaminated
And seal me like I’m laminated
If only it were so simple
To be another time wrinkle
Take it way as if we’d never played
Take it away as if we’d never bathed
The sin of Life was that she tempted me
The sin of Earth was his Lillit’s bickering
On the new moon of the fourth month
Of the 8th year after Creation I felt a new sensation
I am now fallen I am now calling
I am now on the floor bawling
Cleanse me please! Set me at ease…
This current affair it is a disease
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