There is a porch to Sodom
where sinners knock to sin
and if you're enough unlucky
they'll be sure to let you in

you'll float there with them
and as the years go by
the paths away from wrecklessness
will always have to die

there are days in Sodom
when bad deeds become just another deed
once touching that door;
no way back, no regrets, no need
just adapt
that you've become the bad seed

Cause in Sodom, you are no more
you are nothing but your flesh
you are nothing but the dying kind
the directions you got given in life
are nowhere you can find

and you'll knock yourself to insanity,
until every gut will shout
but when once knocking yourself in
you can't knock yourself out

and your only comfort
is that you once got let in
through the porches of Sodom
where sinners go to sin