CONFESSIONAL DARK

And the world becomes so small
With the rules of self control
But to escape the eye from above
One must question the boundaries of love

As a child you're taught to believe
So as a man you'll know what to feel
And tell me if one should bleed
Not immune to this beastly disease

At the altar the shadows are real
They will moan and cry to appeal
So the fate is duly foreseen
Do to others what's done to your skin

But to pray you have to kneel
As to show you're ready to yield
And the farce could be relived
Since the god is known to forgive

Hey preacher God will be sending you signs
Nude children dancing inside of your mind
Who'd thought the devil will trail by your side
No heaven will welcome the man of your kind