Cancer

My book of Mormon wrapped in Turin

And it seems inferior and jittery

You preach elastic to your jagged flock

In an eerie passion for self flattery

I'm emotionally raped by Jesus

I'm emotionally raped by Jesus now

But I'm still here

Yes, somehow I'm still here

What now of my faith? Just a desperate exercise to limit pain

I am weak, I'm emotional and sensitive and frail in need of some love

Pull the cancer from the Vatican's own state, uninformed

You will harbor those who nurtured Europe's War

Keep turning my cheek in a fragile state of violence left me weak

No guilt hold your people in disdain and steal their grace

I need replacement to feel redefined

And it's just this matter of identity

You preach elastic to your jagged flock

It's an eerie passion for self flattery

Emotionally I'm wrapped in shame

And emotionally I feel I'm raped

Emotionally in chains

What now of my faith? It's a desperate exercise to limit pain

No guilt hold your people in disdain and steal their grace

Keep turning my cheek, I'm emotional and sensitive and weak

Uninformed, you have harbored those who nurtured Europe's War