Obedient I am in heart

Reliant I am in spirit, defiant I am in flesh

Obey on my right, disobey on my left

Like a 2 form persona, am double minded

Between obedience and rebellion is an urge to do both

But if I do rebel I will waste away like sick people

And i still can’t fight the desire to disobey

Because in my wicked ways it feels okay

In the darkness of the light your urge comes my way

In your layer, I feel free from rules

You make laws seem for fools

Like an old man breathing in his sleep

Your sorrow is so deep, that my eyes can’t weep

Like a liar on truth, the root of your cause is a truce

If laws are made to be obeyed, then they are also in place to be disobeyed

What yearnings shall I take, to obey or to disobey?