Religion is a breeding ground where the devil's work is deeply found
With teeth as sharp as cathedral spires, slowly sinking in
God knows that I've been naive, but I think it makes Him proud of me
Now it's so hard to separate my disappointments from His name
Because shadows stretch behind the truth
Where stained glass offers broken clues
And fear ties knots and pulls them tight and it leaves us paralyzed
But in the end such tired words will rest
The truth will reroute the narrow things they've said
The marionette strings will lower and untie
And out of the ashes, love will be realized
'Cause God knows that we've been naive
And a bit nearsighted to say the least
It's broken glass at children's feet that gets swept aside unexpectedly