Enjoyment for the masses, but poison in my veins
Scarring me like lashes and leaving me in pain
It’s the pressure of my pleasures, the leisure of my flesh
Dazzling my eyes while enjoying my constant rest
I’m culpable and capable of drowning in this sin
It hampers and it hardens the hungry heart within
The darkness of the danger
Not sweet or any stranger
Deadness of the inner man is writhing in my skin
Unrequited effort from the promises of sin
Alluring peeks at Jesus are veiled and I’m dazed
I’m held in pleasure’s focus and it loves to hold my gaze
I have no real progress, there’s no fruit to harvest here
Surrender to these demerits should be my biggest fear
My eyes are growing wider as I start to choke on “fun”
I’ve seen the broken logic, and now I am undone
The darkness of the danger
Not sweet or any stranger
Deadness of the inner man is writhing in my skin
Unrequited effort from the promises of sin
I enjoyed the truth in life, but I hate it much in death
The very Word brings anger although I have no breath
The haze of my enjoyment has taken everything from me
Now in endless darkness here’s the truth I wouldn’t see:
There’s virtue in denial, virtue I disavowed
As I’m burning in my torment I crave that virtue now
-Cliff Tomkulak
