Choices

歌詞

I am not too safe with my conscience flowing under me But I'd rather be misled than have insanity Stained glassed 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