It was desire that brought you out,
Roughened you, beating you about
And tonight you learn to doubt
The values we used to swear by
They have gotten in your way
And turned you weary, wary.
The hardened you knows no forgiveness,
It is as foreign as painlessness,
The mellow lullabies were luxuries
We never indulged you in.
So now you lay in the darkened inn
Wondering why you were the fruit of our sin.
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