Contrition

Tonight I’ve questioned my religion Second guessed what was a given 'Cause I found heaven, I was in it Left god with all my inhibitions Forked tongues do best to listen And I’m much like a politician So when he spoke our shared condition I found rest in the admission He’s an idol, he’s a witness To my love of the forbidden He knows there’s no competition No living thing could come before him I will forsake what has been written Then sign my name to the revisions And you will find in my additions That I no longer show contrition