Put on a show and call it a service
Dress so nice to pretend God doesn't really deserve us
All along afraid our sins will find us and we'll be struck dead
Just take the bread and drink the cup and think of paradise instead
Come on and judge me
Call me a heretic
Put me in my place
But don't play like I'm scared of it
These silly games will name us in the end
While we've been makin' demons out of our one true friend
Hide your desperation with these numbers
Unison in division, uniformly going under
All along afraid faith may really be enough to hold us
We'd rather fall down pious then let the products mold us
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