Sing, man. I believe you.

You've been let in,
And you're not sure how.
But you're steeped in sin.

There's a boy in the dark,
And he opens his mouth,
And sings like a man.

Something isn't right.
A feel, a thought, a dream.
Drinks during the day.

Suddenly, a power play.

The voices within,
Burst into song,
I'll sing along.

Something feels wrong.
The lights are off,
I'm not a good man.

Is this your plan?
Throw it aside,
It won't help you here.

There's nothing to fear.
Only your arm,
And force of will.

I can settle your stomach.

Dance with me, and I'll make you feel wrong,
To your very core,
To the depths of your self,
To the end of your health.
To the earth, to the bones,
To me.
I won't be a martyr.
It won't be alright.
But it might just be
enough.