Riding the Fence

Finding a happy medium Between the "God" on Sunday you claim And the world you worshiped today Living strategically in the grey All roads lead to heaven anyway Just don't cross that line and you'll be okay Sin isn't sin if its downplayed Right? But the closer I get to the line The more I find My thoughts on morals being twisted and twined what I once believed wrong is now fine My religion becoming a secret confined Since tasting the lusted fruit My only pursuit is the forbidden food That I was suppose to exclude To never uproot, yet still I argued my soul pays for its pollute A wedding gown soiled in soot Falling far away from holiness down the chimney shoot In our culture we're submerged Forgetting to purge Out the sin on which we gorge No longer finding answers needed in church Instead "how to's" typed in Google search Just doing what we do, satisfying hormones urge No body part left reserved "Oh country tis' of thee" Living far from liberty As far as the eye can see From the commercialized debris Of everything worldly Self destructing party Get on your knees Repent back to He Who died so you can be free Theres still time to intervene From the unclean things That leave you empty But don't mind me I express my views too openly