Life under sin

Lies carve the marks on my back
as if they were vines running through the jungle bed
tears grow black
showing the depression's true nature
why am i bound to such sin
i call life
what reason do i have to stay
chained and bared with freedom
and embraced with sorrow and pain
It was almost as if I'm in a trance
and I'm blocked from the truth
but why cant i leave
Its the burning passion i get from it
the raging lust for it
and last but not least the untamed
wild experience you get
praying for more but satisfied
with what you've gotten
sin carves all of our lives
but we chose the way to live it
whats yours