I am not too safe with my conscience flowing under me
But I'd rather be misled than have insanity
Stained gla**ed windowed saints judging and looking over me
Overindulgence in lies and sin has got me worrying
How can I feel safe
When I am not the prodigal
Son of God?
I am not too safe in the presence of the crucifix
In such a holy house, how could you be serious?
Behind closed doors, the priests are just as secretive
As every last human being on this cold dark earth
How can I feel safe
When I am not the prodigal
Son of God?
How can I feel safe
When I am not the prodigal
Son of God?
Or any of the above?
This test is getting harder by the day
And I am ready to give up