It's not some heavy hand
From up above that made you late
Recall how that night was spent
Forget a friendly fate
The world perspectives blurred
Connect to a herd and leave mind blank
You could be the new black sheep on the block
And you've got free will to thank—in vain
Condemning acts, a**uming that you're safe
There's no free pa** when you don't do as you say
Envision an existence of penance without pain
Just put your faith in God and...those chills won't mean a thing
You might dodge the bullet and leave that life a stain on the
Sheets to clean, but can't condone the clinics' freedoms
Tell me what's obscene—in vain
Condemning acts, a**uming that you're safe
There's no free pa** when you don't do as you say
Envision an existence of penance without pain
Just put your faith in God and those chills won't mean a thing
Cup of Christ, half-filled with grain
A two-strike count, but you swing again
I won't play the cynic if you don't play the saint
And those chills won't mean a thing