Precepts
I'm so sick of your precepts
Like having Christ in my life
Doesn't give me f****** room to make a mistake
Like I'm just supposed to live and forgive
With every one that's walked away
I'm so sick of your precepts
Like I'm damned to hell
Just for having a drink in my hand
You see me puffing on a cigarette
Just trying to smoke the pain away
Yet you think there must be something wrong with me
I'm so sick of your precepts
Like living a life for God
Means I can't live life having a flaw
You judge me from a church's pew
Casting your stones with a blind eye
As if I'm the one living a lie
I've seen you walk your own narrow road
Crowning yourself from your righteous throne
But all I see is a heriacy
Never extending grace or mercy
I'm not trying to say I've got it all figured out
But I've heard the cries, the screams, the shouts
I refuse to believe a god that doesn't see the tears
A god that doesn't embrace you through your fears
I know I've received a gift I can never repay
A life once lost, a life made new
I wasn't created to have the perfect story
But through the bullsh**, give God the glory
In a weird way there is a beauty in cursing to the sky
Since when is a prayer supposed to be a lie
So I'll live with this broken faith
And I will live to hate
Every false precept
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