My Book of Mormon
Wrapped in turin
And it seems inferior and jittery
You preach elastic
To your jagged flock
In an eerie passion for self-flattery.
I'm emotionally raped by Jesus
But I'm still here,
Somehow I'm still here
What now of my faith
Just a desperate exercise to limit pain
I am weak
I'm emotional and sensitve and frail
In need of some love
Pull the cancer from the Vatican's
Own state
Uninformed, you will harbour those
Who nurtured Europe's war
Keep turning my cheek
In a fragile state of violence left me weak
No guilt, hold your people in disdain
And steal their grace
I need replacement
To feel redefined
And it's just this matter of identity
Emotionally I'm wrapped in shame
Emotionally I feel I'm raped