It's not some heavy hand from up above that make you late 
Recall how that night was spent 
Forget a friendly fate 

The world perspectives blurred 

Connect to a herd and leave mind black
You could be the black sheep on the block 

And you've got free will to thank in vain 

Condemning acts assuming that you're safe
There's no free pass when you don't do as you say 
Envision an existence of penance without pain 

Just put your faith in god and those chills won't mean a thing 

You might dodge the bullet and leave that life a stain on the 
Sheets to clean, but can't condone the clinics free domes 
tell Me What's Obscene In Vain

Cup of christ half-filled with grain 

A two strike count but you swing again
I won't play the cynic if you don't play the saint 
And those chills won't mean a thing