I’m scared of the voice in the pulpit,
Not the frowns shining through the stained glass,
The gargoyles smirk at the secrets that lurk,
Of the brazen that preach through a mask,
I live in the care of this chapel,
This place that once I adored,
But I pay dearly when everyone’s gone,
I’m told it’s a penance I owe to the lord,
Safety calls out from the crypt,
The one place where I won’t be found,
Hidden here my sins can’t be stripped,
As long as I don’t make a sound,
I’ve surrendered myself to my fate,
To the fumbling sweaty ordained,
Because this is all that I have,
A sanctuary to which I am chained.