Can you teach me to live without being alive its not the lies told the broken promises raptures and suicides failed romances am i fool for believing day in, day out always searching online prophet armchair activist sell your body for social status let the blind see let the deaf hear televangelist, brood of vipers
I'm not selling out you’re just buying in I'm not giving up you’re just moving on all the men of the cloth with their suits and ties the only love that they know is found in worship songs
swing low sweet chariot come and take me home
I hope what breaks my heart breaks yours You’ve made love such a filthy word we ask the same questions time and time again what does love mean why do we exist if there’s no god then what’s the point of this
all the men of the cloth with their suits and their ties without a love in your life I’m a man of the cloth your love is meaningless