Baudelaire

The only sin in this world of pain
In this world of shame
In this world of heartache.
The only sin in this world unjust
In this world of lust
In this world distrusting.

The only sin in this world corrupt
Where passions erupt
And end abrupt it's a crime
With no great gestures cry
Its eyes, with no great evils shine.

Here among all the vicious beasts
With their blood lust feast
Ordained by black priests.

Here among the poison viper's bite
A police gunfight
In the unknown night is a man
With no great master plan
No deadly weapon clutching in his hand.

You'll never see the light
In the darkest night
Never see the light
Never see the light
When the boredom comes
If you're one of the boring ones.

The only crime in this violent place
With lies two faced
Where loves disgraceful.
Crimes committed with sharpened knives
And wasted lives
Of those who are forced to shove
And murder the peace dove
There is no higher calling from above.

You'll never see the light
Quell this appetite
Never see the light
Never see the light
When the boredom comes
When you're one of the boring ones.