Flesh Is Weak

Leading a life of dissolution and debauchery
Lost to all sense of shame
I cast the first stone of offence
At ascetics that worship the pain of life

Flesh is weak
Strength of the will is such self-deception, body over mind
Flesh is weak

Wallowing in decadence
Only living for delectation
Idleness, the parent of vice
Pleasure-loving dissipation

To all temptation i will yield
To lust, to sloth and gluttony
Exceeding in these primal needs
Which more and more become fixations

Wallowing in decadence
Only living for delectation
Idleness, the parent of vice
Pleasure-loving dissipation
Always know that flesh is weak
But strong enough to control the mind