You know how us Catholic guys 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 at church, We all had a thing or two to learn I guess and we all needed something to cling to.
I once sang Alleluia in the choir and 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: Why must I pray to your saint's? Your saints aint god, and you are neither his vessel.
What I learned I rejected but I believed in it yet again. I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition? Years ago i thought If I jump in this fountain (holy water), will I be forgiven?
But the truth of the matter is we all had delusions in our head, We all had our minds made up for us so we had to believe in something so I did.