You’re looking at my world
In shock and in pain;
Everything I do
Seems quite insane.

But I see things
In a much different light,
Your strict and dull ways
Are such a bland sight.

To see as I see
Requires not classes,
For my education comes
With sin colored glasses.

Shade your eyes
From what’s right
And let avarice be
Thy guide through the night.

I’m looking at the world
In a sin-colored way,
But everything seems
As clear as the day.