Situation - Watts

Everything I feel just turns on me

Again and again 'til I can’t see

Everything you sought, you found

But I see people looking down

Pointed fingers, pointless lives

All points lead to empty lies

Empty hands and dirty deeds

It all comes down to just one thing

I don’t believe

Whenever I feel this thing inside

Forbidden, forgiven, forever denied

I must have somehow dreamed

Of all the things I’ve never seen

All the words left unsaid

I never quite took into my head

All the things that lie undone

Like petals forever falling on this gun

Be pure

You can be chaste

You can behave

You can be mine

You’ll be my cure

Be my religion

Be my decision

You’ll be my crime

You will be mine

Be pure

All the time I tried to breathe

It all turned into make believe

One confusion, one confession

One more lie, one more lesson

Complicity, stupidity

The bile in my hypocrisy

The broken, low morality

The sentimental strategy

Be pure

You can be chaste

You can behave

You can be mine

You’ll be my cure

Be my religion

Be my decision

You’ll be my crime

You will be mine

Be pure

Be pure

Be vigilant

Behave

Be mine

Be pure

You can be chaste

You can behave

You can be mine

You’ll be my cure

Be my religion

Be my decision

You’ll be my crime

You will be pure

You can be chaste

You can behave

You can be mine

You’ll be my cure

Be my religion

Be my decision

You’ll be my crime

You will be mine