moulded like clay I've lived in comfort I've been guided this way it may be right it may be wrong but i don't know for how long
we're all left waiting answers we have to find searching for peace of mind I'm scared that I'm falling behind
the choir raises its hands as we fall in decent all thank the lord and move into repent twist my finger break my heart none of this makes sense time wasted or time well spent an old book misread only a fraction of truth everyone's a priest i feel like a recluse you've got to scramble through the shit to find a piece of gold don't believe everything that you're told
my futures uncertain I'm done asking questions don't waste your time on me I'm pushing these boundaries I'll find out myself i believe in him not you
a life lived in fear or a life lived in faith sees the coming of a new age a story set straight how many preaches does it take to see what hands our fates in waiting for the end but for now we're all left waiting