Analysis of Eternal Crutch

We all sin
I sin
You sin
Everyone is a sinner

A sin is a sin is a sin
There’s no way to win

Your actually guilty before you begin
So how do you actually get a reprieve?

To acquire the salvation
You wish to receive

The game is rigged
And not in your favor

What depravity may I offer you?
What’s your flavor?

Many choices to be had
Mix and match your wickedness
Custom made immorality for the mad

Smoke, drink, inject and snort
Can I have some more? Is the retort

Mind numbing at it’s best
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,
No time to rest
Gotta get high
I must confess

My blanket
My shield
My sanctuary

Sobriety is quite contrary
To my goal
Of being numb, dumb, and resistant to succumb

So, don’t bother trying to save me you fool
The drugs are my tool
And reality is my school

Follow the line of the diseased mind
You may find it to be kind
If not, a monotonous grind

Welcome to the cognitive bind

Eric (and sometimes not)