High and dry you've got a hold on the fucking truth. You've got nothing but a
  Blank hand don't you? In the end it's just a tired explanation, and
  I can't sit still for the duration
  You raised me with your hands raised to the sky, I guess there was
  A time I believed your ways. I learned to read between the lines,
  I learned to question what they say
  And it gets worse before it's over, there's no truth in the clouds above,
  No luck in clover. And I don't believe I'd have it any other way.
  Sunday school at age nine, I thought I was on the winning team, because
  I wanted to see it, I wanted to need it. It was nine years of holy
  shit and I believed it.
  You raised me with my hands behind my back, I guess there was a time
  When I broke away. I learned to disregard the lies, I learned to
  Question what they say.
  I won't look through your lens, tainted by intolerance and based
  On false morality. All in the name of greed. Amen