They pretend to be the ones to be afraid of
Caressing our souls away from us
And all of the world to keep us all in line
If we just fold our hands and smile

So many wasted
Promises rhapsodized
Promises to take us higher

Don't be afraid of their excommunication, you'll survive.
We'll have no shame cos you will stand the climb and you will rise.

So many wasted promises rhapsodized
So many wasted Sundays trying to avoid the fire
So many wasted
Promises to take you higher

They pretend to be the one we should be afraid of
Caressing our souls away

So many wasted promises rhapsodized
So many wasted Sundays trying to avoid the fire
I've seen the twisted ways
They push the guilt inside, and made you believe you have to try
To suffer live and die their way

But it doesn't have to be this way.

You don't have to be shaken and confused and
Hang onto anything you can find.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): WILLIAM L. HOWERDEL