keep your saviour god, I need no saving
your plastic crosses are just depressing
what happened to the tree?
once you wrote on paper but now only read from screens
your lines will destroy you

I am not without sin, I am before it
my morality falls wide of your notions
can I sing your charms?
my gods become more than yours by being less
it’s a simple complication

your aspect of faith postdates mine on the card
yet the divine becomes the same for it is holy
will madness guide us?
we must blind ourselves to see the true path of light
different roads but same destination