Seems that we've lost our innocence 
The pulpit the teachers 
Have warned us 
Blindly accepting 
Their words as truth 
And taking advantage of our trust 
Don't expect an answer 
Can't help that you're suspicious 
Something is missing 
So you can't decide 
But you're letting them guide you 
How can you listen 
These empty words 
In their messages meanings 
Where's the beginning 
If there's no end 
Seems you're undecided 
Fancy dress 
Contrived rhetoric speech 
The unlettered masses conforming 
Rank and file members 
Fearing change 
But questioned their own faith 
This morning 
Don't expect an answer 
Can't help that you're suspicious 
Something is missing 
Still you can't decide 
But you're letting them guide you 
How can we listen 
These empty words 
In their messages meanings 
Where's the beginning 
If there's no end 
Seems we're undecided 
And those that will listen 
They see their world 
In these messages meanings 
But I can't accept this as proof 
I know Neither one's provided