Out of the depths I cry to you, oh Lord Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored If you keep a count of sins oh who would stand? But you have forgiveness in your hands And I've heard religion say you're to be feared But I don't buy into everything I hear And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules That were made by religion and not by you And I'm wondering will you ever get youself free Is it bad to think you might need help from me? Is there anything my little heart can do To help religion share us with you? For oh your like a ghost in your own home Nobody hears you crying all alone Oh you are the one truly voiceless one They have their back turned toward you For worship of gold and stone. And to see you prisoner oh makes me weep Nobody hears you screaming in the streets And it's sad but true how the old saying goes If God lived on earth people would Break his windows. I long for you as a watchman longs For the end of night...