Holy hallways and locked bedroom doors
Fallen into a smoke, an aroma of sin
Stand tall, wondrous teacher
Don't reveal us to God.

The temptations we succumb to
Would most under-impress.
Broken glass, I'm stuck in a mask
So desperate to breathe
So hopeful to leave
This damning place, I'm a sinner
Among pews filled with saints
A heart draped into dark seas
With no hopes of being restored

Who, then, is my Lord?
Who am I, at my core?