take me to church pt. III
a secret has been shared today i learned what faith is, all the way
you'll never know if god is there you'll never know if god will aid you'll never know if god is fair you'll never know if god will fade
the secret is that you keep going knowing nothing, seeing less you visit church on every morning knowing: these walls were made to bless
my faith sure got me losing
every spark of sense
sometimes it leaves me bruising
and doubts keep getting dense
in bright light, though, apostles help
explaining why this still is right
they read from books packed in a shelf
collecting dust for thousand nightsslowly just, i start to feel
(not understanding yet)
what those words were meant to mean
why it's in stone where they were set
book's not getting tired telling
what third eyes need to know
some of it is real compelling
other makes you feel so lowfaith's origin? pretty startling
leaves you pitying this girl
name carrying quite burden
'cause her mind's causing quite hurl
I'm seeing eve in my reflection
am no woman, nonetheless
I, too, cannot refuse this tension
foul snakes supporting my messthe heretics keep on begging
telling me to quit
a warning all-so-wrecking
but poorly paired with little wit
but no, i will not stop the feast
my church throws apples everywhere
up to north, west, south and east
like you're supposed to, if you carethis fruit was made to nurish
...god told me in my dreams
and church was made to flourish
with dozen apples trees