Going Down.

Some say man is redeemed by faith,
transcendent abilities through practice, belief.
Forgiven, steadfast.
Forgiven, redeemed.

Blinded manipulation,
set me in a grave.
Heat and warmth,
fire surrounds.
Show me yours— I'll show you mine.
Driving that bus,
we're going down.

Blind man, deaf,
three wise walking.
Recite, preach, recite, believe.
Faith running through your bones, is your existence solely exposed?
Your being, create.
Do you crave redemption, or simply faith?

Drink the water, taste the wine.
Eat the host, swallow divine.
Confess your sins, live by books,
Leviticus, Revelation— damn the crooks,
stone the sinners, love and don't judge.
but damn those wearing materials x2, the gay, the queer, knocked up women, too.

"The Lord, He reigns, He speaks in tongue. Holy Spirit, I've fallen, saved by your love."

Only a facet of answers, followed by a cult, open your eyes. It is you who's above.

Creative manipulation,
set me in a grave.
Heat and fire,
burning, ablaze.
Show me yours— I'll show you mine.
looks like we're going down;
get in, let's ride.