Your faith is an insurance policy not much believing, but you see it ́s just in case that it turns out to be down in the end, your crude reality why should you pray there ́s no love, there ́s no better way why such regret now you fear your certain death you know you are your own enemy your mind ́s away and your heart can ́t feel the missing notes in that symphony your mind ́s away and your heart can ́t feel a thing just do your prayers and sign the papers the sunday prop for all ceremonies the institution of mass religion accomodates all ambiguities the talisman you wear around your neck it ́s not a proof of all that faith you know you ́ll face the go so many times ignored the time will come when all comes out