Old Wisdom

When you were little
You were scared to death
That the rapture already happened
Only you were left
Despite your constant vigilance
You had angered the Lord
Which somehow made you love him even more

On the same old wisdom
With the same result
Kids in turmoil
Thinking it's their fault
With their souls wide open
To authority
Till they've traded everything
For a peace with no peace

You're not allowed to see it
But you always had a choice
Between making a disciple
And knowing your little boy
I thought it was sinful
For me to know myself
And if I did I might wind up in hell

On the same old wisdom
With the same result
Kids in turmoil
Thinking it's their fault
Oh, my soul wide open
To authority
Till I traded everything
For a peace with no peace