Wrong

Is this a real God?
I spent my life in denial
No, there is no true religion
Can’t be bound by the psalm
Can’t be bound by Christ

Is this a real messiah?
travesty of a doomed kind
Yes, we make it on our own
No father figure to watch over us
No father figure to answer us

It’s all my fault when all is wrong
I’ve known this for so long
It’s all your fault when all is wrong
You’ve known this for so long

Is there a really sacred home?
It’s dirtied by the exchange of gold
No, I will not bow to a statue
I want no one to see my shame
I want no one hear my name

Can all sins be forgiven?
only if you thrive in delusion
Yes, I fell in line just like the others
Can’t undo the damage done
You can’t undo the damage done

It’s all my fault when all is wrong
I’ve known this for so long
It’s all your fault when all is wrong
You’ve known this for so long

The End

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