A queen mentality,
Average standards make it hard to stand up in the midst of an inhumane resemblance of humanity.
Shadows show shades of innocence
Small eyes peeping outside as children play; now they’ve become prey of man.
Sun tan burning through light skin tone
that will erase morals,
And a sad song playing in the background
Records spin in repetition.
Repeat: Money, sex, sleep,
repeat: Money, sex, sleep.
Praise dance around pews Sunday,
Tight embrace of sin on Monday, we all built her downfall.
Fallen in beds laden with sin, she closes a heart of gold to open one of tin;
just to pretend..
like she doesn’t care.