pictures of patron saints hung high up on my wall
crosses and statues that look down on me
prayers and praises worshipful hymns
and a gospel quotes that shouts loud in my head  

all this idols that captures the image of holy deeds
to remind me that i am nothing short of a fool
tell me where i came from, what i will always be
tell me where my soul will end up will it still be in peace

when i am deceased and buried i won’t join their ranks
because they are both holy, wise and free as the the wind
that’s how it’ll be in the end of my long hard trip
just a small lost child who went to a catholic school

grand churches and bell towers that roar in the air
like thunder that clashes to call us all to prayer
wolves in sheep clothing join the gathering flock
not even the shepherd knows who's the devil or not

so i said make me love myself so that i might love you
don’t make me a liar to say what you think should be true
Jesus said come to me my son and let me carry your cross
but i said its fine for we both carry the same scars

the Shepard and his flock come to me with blessed chains
wearing false cloaks and hiding their true faces  
i feel the binds of the cold chains strangle my neck
making me bark and howl out their holy sacred hymns