I’m slowly starting to believe all this
Finding some kind of comfort in your lies
Was always something there I hoped to miss
Showing empathy to blessed tearful cries

Your ancient books and holy hymns seem true
I have closed my eyes to hide my envy
Although I’ve ran, I’ve read all their works through
Was told the Branches blood had passed by me

Unclean and lost, I’ve searched to find meaning
Sola Scriptura has not kept me warm
Makes no sense to believe without feeling
Narcosis ways, kept in shelter, my storm

I’m sorry, my attempt at happiness
Through lust and drugs has set my soul astray
I’ve searched towards Heaven, found only darkness
Settled comfortably in soulless man

Take heed my words, store them not on thy shelf
Trust not in man, less man be thy man’s self