On the eve of Ash Wednesday I find it comforting

To indulge my deepest whims and darkest sins, I find it comforting

On a limb, I'd say I'm in love. I find it comforting

Even if it's a myth, a monolith of pain and suffering

On the eve of Lent I say, to hell with it all

I'll afford to deprive so I can stay alive, I find it comforting