My faith is a wounded soldier
Ragged and bleeding
Sweating and needing
Begging and pleading
To leave this life
Blood soak **** stained
Struggling in vain
To recapture
The rapture
Of an old love

A doctrine
That fit like an old glove
Till the truth
Tore a hole right through
Leaving me
Leaving you
To stew in your delusions
While I eat my enlightenment
Like the bitter vegetable it is