They pretend to be the ones to be afraid of
Caressing our souls away from us
And all of the world to keep us all in line
If we just fold our hands and smile
So many wasted
Promises rhapsodized
Promises to take us higher
Don't be afraid of their excommunication, you'll survive.
We'll have no shame 'cause you will stand the climb and you will rise.
So many wasted promises rhapsodised
So many wasted Sundays trying to avoid the fire
So many wasted
Promises to take you higher
They pretend to be the one we should be afraid of
Caressing our souls away
So many wasted promises rhapsodised
So many wasted sundays trying to avoid the fire
I've seen the twisted ways
They push the guilt inside, and made you believe you have to try
To suffer, live, and die their way
But it doesn't have to be this way.
You don't have to be shaken and confused and
Hang on to anything you can find.
