terça-feira, 22 de abril de 2008

Forgiven;

You know how us Catholic girls can be, we make up for so much time a little too late.

I never forgot it, confusing as it was... No fun with no guilt feelings.
The sinners, the saviors, the loverless priests, I'll see you next Sunday.


We all had our reasons to be there, we all had a thing or two to learn.
We all needed something to cling to, so we did.

I sang Alleluia in the choir.
I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man.
My brothers they never went blind for what they did, but I may as well have.
In the name of the Father, the Skeptic and the Son, I had one more stupid question.

We all had our reasons to be there, we all had a thing or two to learn.
We all needed something to cling to, so we did.

What I learned I rejected but I believe again.

I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition?

If I jump in this fountain, will I be forgiven?


We all had our reasons to be there, we all had a thing or two to learn.
We all needed something to cling to, so we did.


We all had delusions in our head.
We all had our minds made up for us.
We had to belive in something, so we did.

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