It's like being in love
You rob your own mind
And defile your bed
You ignore the fight
Of the players who
Both end up dead
And you pretend for us
And you pretend for them
This fairytale will make them jealous of you
But it's not the kind
The kind you talked about
And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind
She is feeding you
And you lie with her
And for the first time your right arm becomes useful
As you sin with it
You wanna cut it off
But instead you thank God for all of the wrong you do
And it's not the kind
The kind you talked about
And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind
And she is feeding you
And you lie with her
And for the first time your right arm becomes useful
As you sin with it
You wanna cut it off
But instead you thank God for of the wrong you do
(Yeah, well, you've got something wrong because you can't serve God and money; you can serve one or the other.)
You cut the cord today
With God's hand to hold yours steady
He waits for you to
Apply the pressure
The warmth of His breath
Wrapped in His words
As He repeats His
Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth after
And it's just the kind
The kind you talked about
And it's just the kind
That clothes your mind with Christ
He is feeding you
And you know the truth
And I pray this is the last song I will sing to you
And it's just the kind
The kind you talked about
And it's just the kind
That clothes your mind with Christ
He is feeding you
And you know the truth
And I pray this is the last song I will sing to you
I'm sorry Father
I'm sorry sister
I'm sorry brother
I'm sorry father
