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Daddy don't like how I speak my mind
Daddy disapproves of my outspokenness
Don't mind temptation, it's how we spend our time
We don't resist temptation; it occupies our time
Cast out for living way to high
Exiled for living a lavish or excessive lifestyle
And we're falling for a good time
We're drawn to indulging in pleasurable experiences
What's good or bad don't matter
Moral distinctions are irrelevant in my presence
When I come around
My arrival negates the significance of morality
Call me the seed of evil
I'm referred to as the origin of malevolence
In the city of damned nations
In a city filled with condemned societies
Forbidden fruit never taste so sweet
Forbidden things are particularly alluring
Just one bite, I'm your little tease
With just a taste, I provoke desire
The sin inside could be divine
There's a potentially divine aspect to sin
Should feel wrong, perfect by design
Despite feeling inappropriate, it's flawlessly crafted
Don't tell me I won't listen
I'm not open to being told I'm wrong
If it's my time to die
If it's my time to die, I won't debate it
There is no conversation
No room for discussion or negotiation
Clipped wings I'll learn to fly
Even with limitations, I'll find a way to soar
What's good or bad don't matter
My presence overrides moral judgments
When I come around
When I'm present, morality becomes insignificant
Call me the seed of evil
I'm seen as the origin of malevolence
In the city, in Sin City
Referencing the corrupt nature of Sin City
What's good or bad don't matter
Morality loses its relevance in my presence
When I come around
When I'm around, moral distinctions fade
Call me the seed of evil
I'm regarded as the source of malevolence
In the city of damned nations
Within a city filled with condemned societies
Woah, no no no
Expressing denial or refusal
Call me the seed of evil
Recognizing oneself as the root of malevolence
When I come around
Inviting someone to meet in Sin City
Meet me in Sin City
Request to rendezvous in a place associated with corruption
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