In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
Belief is the way,
The way of the innocent.
And when I say "innocent"
I should say "naive".
Hey girl you’ve got to take this moment
Let not slip it away
Let go off complicated feelings
And there’s no price to pay
Take second best,
Put me to the test.
Things on your chest
You need to confess.
I will deliver,
You know I'm a forgiver.
There'll be times
When my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable.
I give in to sin
Because you have to make this life liveable.
Who's making your decisions — You or your religion?
You've been kept down
You've been pushed 'round
You've been lied to
You've been fed truths
Who's making your decisions?
You or your religion
Your government, your countries
You patriotic junkies