This building is barley standing on its own foundation
I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart and s**ed the life out of this for all of Sunday to see
I've taken the breath out of everything they believe, everything they hold true
Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort
No one gets the point
Welcome to my dying home
Welcome inside these crumbling walls
A meaningless handshake greets them all with smiles of false hope
Do I even care as I watch a sea of people dwindling into an audience of skin and bones- an audience who doesn't have the strength to walk out on a man who has tarnished their faith?