controversial and consequential (no shame in telling the truth)

slavery in more than one way
over every love i've ever known
in some sick sense of the sort
stated recantments
chants so vague
the sound vs. the shape
and we're left to feel
left to heal
but there's too many
not everyone can be
well... not everyone
but some of us
even though our sight is bad
our insight is 20/20
now inside we're over
over and over again
lifted from ourselves
temporary comfort
found in make-believe
could he have known?
well i'm no sin
only a sinner
but the lines have blurred
The patron saint of practiced sinners
my iniquities are like daily routines
the patron saint of perverted sexuality
a pornographic way of keeping myself sane
I am the king of counterfeit compromise
like the bear and the human burying the hatchet
I am the bishop of bipolar
me and God have a lovehate relationship
something inside oddly divine
in a mind elevated to the state of Hell
diplomats are currently in negotiation
while bombs are overhead
a change of scenery
a chain of events
a chance of rain
a charade of charismatic caricature
a crusade of cleansing karmatic conflicts
so as you begin to die
you have the world
we are the pawns of everyone we've never known