Ox:En

And I have nothing but the mud

The sticks and the stones that you promised me

Caked on my skin I-

Like an unholy armour

An oblivious student

Watching the master

No more lessons

And we knew it was wrong

Maybe that’s why we called it Sin

Feast your eyes on

The damage that you’ve done

Too tired to carry on

The weight of the lies has won

And I will never hurt again

As I meditate on my revenge

I realise I’ve become you

And I knew it was wrong

The lying, the hiding, the faking

And we still pursued it

Consuming the lust by the spoonful

Feast your eyes on

The damage that you’ve done

Too tired to carry on

The weight of the lies has won

Maybe that’s why we called it “Sin”

Maybe that’s why?

Begun, begun, begun

I’ve already begun

Temper, temper, temper

Losing my will to temper

And in a clouded plain I wait to heal

But I’ll never hurt again

Lising my will to temper

Feast your eyes on

The damage that’s been done

That cannot be undone

Shattered, broken, unclean

We called it Sin

We called it Sin