Guilt is a one way street It’s as heavy as the cross he keeps Chained to his neck So it won’t leave him, not even When death comes to collect
Ever since I could remember I been trying to dismember This member I endeavor that seems to bond me to my mistakes forever I will feel the butterflies where my stomachs gutters lies the nerves causing bleeding ulcers to symbolize my gut implies
That my guilt can't be killed its got a bagpipe and a kilt A Plutonium powered monster guilt that turns profit til a church was built
And I know guilt in small doses only exposes what closes in the truth And its noted but I know this
Would be loaded until I was bloated And eventually it exploded, Misogynistic? homophobic? Maybe the bibles misquoted
And that's only a part, before we start on the hypocritically dark Holy priests who's frozen heart Let's him say homosexuality is stark
Sin, and then take part Helping to alter a boys life after his faltered toy of an alter boy substitutes for the wife
The church deprives him of despite The history, so Im left feeling low like a low life Grinning while I'm sinning, like Charlie winning til karma bites
My *** With spite, but when I speak to the light wanting to do right My confessions of guilt woe were not only guilt full but blatantly willful
So when I confess my common told, sins, like common Colds appetizers and often flow, almost comical, kept falling like dominoes
Or added as if it was an abocist Counting&Accountin; each which are causing an apology to sound bizarre that now folds like a house of cards
So I find myself in doubt surrounded by myths in fables told To give solace without knowledge, facts or evolution,just how to scold
Bur I do not blame them. I too have sought refuge in the eyes of a stranger.
But this place does not feel holy guilt echoes and hangs from the walls, the choir voices, rejoices, but Guilt whispers to the mass and calls
For them to empty their wallets in collection baskets for sin &fre;; the incarceration built by guilt to fester like tumors under the skin
Like a disease of brainwash passed down for generations since the dawn of mankind.
I do not know what forgiveness is But I know it is not to be found in the book from which he is reading.
There is nothing sacred here Every belief that climbs the rafters is tainted..... Even the windows are stained.
And I swear one day I will crawl under these floor boards And dig a hole as deep as my guilt And bury myself alive.