Prayed to a God
who didn't even know my name
kneeled in the pews
praying I could make it
into the pearly gates

My hands clasped
and my hand held down
trying to keep quiet
never allowed to step out of line
messing up could mean]
burning for eternity

Now I'm shedding my old skin
tearing up my church dress
and throwing away those painful shoes
stepping off the "right" path
and learning to fall
falling into my own arms
and learning to save myself

It all fades away one day
who cares what name I give
the thing I worship
so long as I can be kind?
If I know how to love
does it really matter if I believe
in Heaven or Hell?

I used to think the church was holy
the temple held sacred ground
now I see it
as a monument
to a dead and old promise
a lie from the start

You promised me you'd love me
but now you can't even say my name
can't look at me now I've changed
and I'm more free than ever
don't need your chaining lies
when I can be free in the sky

There's something more holy
about a quiet, soft rain
or a dried flower on my shelf
than anything you'd find in the blinding white

At best, it's a simple misunderstanding
a mistake of judgement
not quite getting it
at worst they **** with you lies
and misinformation
and have the gall to claim it
the "priesthood power"

We need a new God
we need something to save us
keep us from the sin
that's killing us just as much
as we **** each other

I can't believe in
"selfless love" when you need me
to fit the mold in order to love me
there is no "promise" here
in the dark
only a hope and a freedom
I gave myself these wings
and I won't let you burn the feathers