Guilty Pleasure
Burned my fingers brown
Too much trouble
Placed upon my tongue
So bite down upon the howl

Too much pressure
Could break a mountain in half
In two directions
I'm running
From the future and the past
Pull me apart

So taste the broken glory
In each and every single second
Buddha, Hail Mary

So that we can all testify
Don't you know we all got
Every guilty pleasure
Enough to pass the blame around

Guilty pleasure
Like a broken record that is skipping
I recognise the pattern that's always repeating
Hear it loud and clear
In each scoundrel's prayer
Well happiness is
Whatever you can find

And it's the same old story
In each and every single telling
So why don't you come over
Well now we can all testify
Don't you know we all got
Every guilty pleasure
Enough to pass the blame around