Confessional - Second Coming

Take a load off of your mind

Let’s pray to be sane

Wooden chair and captured air

Pose witness as she

Spills her guts to Monsignor

In a time of shame

When peace of mind is a rare find

Observance is grand

She picks a man that trend

Has set forth to conquer with

The air is damp with forgiveness

I’ve taken your words to heart

Don’t leave me this way again

I fall then I see you smiling

Hail Mary, our father’s dead

She sees a sky of perfect blue

A winter chill runs through my veins

Her stone white skin will draw me near

As it begins to rain

Eyes glazed like almonds in my hand

Stay with me

I’ll show you things that haven’t been

Just stay with me Whoever you are God,

Give her back to me.