They pretend to be the ones to be afraid of

Caressing our souls away from us

And all of the world to keep us all in line

If we just fold our hands and smile



So many wasted

Promises rhapsodised

Promises to take us higher



Don't be afraid of their excommunication, you'll survive.

We'll have no shame cos you will stand the climb and you will rise.



So many wasted promises rhapsodised

So many wasted sundays trying to avoid the fire

So many wasted

Promises to take you higher



They pretend to be the one we should be afraid of

Caressing our souls away



So many wasted promises rhapsodised

So many wasted sundays trying to avoid the fire

I've seen the twisted ways

They push the guilt inside, and made you believe you have to try

To suffer live and die their way



But it doesn't have to be this way.



You don't have to be shaken and confused and

?? to anything you can find.