Seems that we've lost our innocence

The pulpit the teachers

Have warned us



Blindly accepting

Their words as truth

And taking advantage of our trust



Don't expect an answer

Can't help that you're suspicious

Something is missing

So you can't decide

But you're letting them guide you



How can you listen

These empty words

In their messages meanings

Where's the beginning

If there's no end

Seems you're undecided



Fancy dress

Contrived rhetoric speech

The unlettered masses conforming

Rank and file members

Fearing change

But questioned their own faith

This morning



Don't expect an answer

Can't help that you're suspicious

Something is missing

Still you can't decide

But you're letting them guide you



How can we listen

These empty words

In their messages meanings

Where's the beginning

If there's no end

Seems we're undecided



And those that will listen

They see their world

In these messages meanings

But I can't accept this as proof

I know

Neither one's provided