Dear preacher, thanks making time for me today
I hope you dont mind if I hide behind the curtain
It's been fifteen years since my last confession
By your good book's standards, I sin like a champion
But that book seems a tad bit outdated
Please forgive me for questioning divinity
It's a ugly job but I think I'm up for it
I'm not saying who's right
I'm just saying there's more than one way to skin a religion
There's more than one way to explain our existence
Reverend, sir, I dont want to seem irreverent
My teenage angst is far behind me
But, Father, certainly it's troubling to see
All these people kneeling instead of dealing with the fact
That we're all that we have
So rise up, rise up!
There's no one to worship
But plenty of life to lose
I'm not saying let's burn down the church
But do you want to hear my confession?
It's my greatest sin
Ok, here it is:
I wasted half of my life on thought that I'd live forever
I wasn't raised to seize the day
But to work and worship
Because he that liveth and believeth
Supposedly never dies
Rise up, rise up!
Live a full life
Because when it's over, it's done!
So rise up, rise up!
Dance and scream and love
You're not the chosen one
And I'm not the chosen one