I happened to stumble upon a chapel last night.
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside.
I got friends looked in boxes. (That’s no way to live)
(What you callin’ a sin) Isn’t all up to them.
After all, after all I thought we were all your children.
But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot.
We’ll rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all,
So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now.
I have slowly and inexplicably become obsessed with this entire album, but this song hits home pretty hard. These are exactly my kind of lyrics, not just the message, but how they’re written. Ugh, LOVE IT.