Bask in your infatuation
Nevermind your mutilation
Spit on Christ’s propitiation
Carry on with sin

Take the saving cord; unwind it
Other souls will surely find it
Jesus surely wouldn’t mind it
Let the devil win

Seek ye first your own desiring
Think not of the Lord’s perspiring
Nor of hell’s eternal firing
Run away again

Surely God was only joking
Gorge without a fear of choking
At the beast we go a poking
Let the games begin