Situation

Everything I feel just turns on meAgain and again 'til I can't seeEverything you sought, you foundBut I see people looking downPointed fingers, pointless livesAll points lead to empty liesEmpty hands and dirty deedsIt all comes down to just one thingI don't believeWhenever I feel this thing insideForbidden, forgiven, forever deniedI must have somehow dreamedOf all the things I've never seenAll the words left unsaidI never quite took into my headAll the things that lie undoneLike petals forever falling on this gunBe pureYou can be chasteYou can behaveYou can be mineYou'll be my cureBe my religionBe my decisionYou'll be my crimeYou will be mineBe pureAll the time I tried to breatheIt all turned into make believeOne confusion, one confessionOne more lie, one more lessonComplicity, stupidityThe bile in my hypocrisyThe broken, low moralityThe sentimental strategyBe pureYou can be chasteYou can behaveYou can be mineYou'll be my cureBe my religionBe my decisionYou'll be my crimeYou will be mineBe pureBe pureBe vigilantBehaveBe mineBe pureYou can be chasteYou can behaveYou can be mineYou'll be my cureBe my religionBe my decisionYou'll be my crimeYou will be pureYou can be chasteYou can behaveYou can be mineYou'll be my cureBe my religionBe my decisionYou'll be my crimeYou will be mine