Losing My Religion

I'm losing my religion

Thank God

I prayed about my decision

How odd

For the man with the mic

To be the man all his life

While christ-like stipes did with rem

Rev up the rpms

How do I begin to try to paint this sin, of rules?

That divides God's people in two

In the beginning, religion created a mask

The reformation helped but soon the patch didn't last

I don't tell, you don't ask

So we created a lie

And for generations, church was where we went to go hide

Or we no longer tried

Because rules read our relationship was empty inside

Leaves you bitter, dry

Swift to cut like a razor

Swift to call you a traitor

Cause you're swift to love taylor

Now we got bad blood with our neighbor

Who's wrong, who's right

Every sunday we're divided

Who's black, who's white, c'mon

Now the man in the mirror never gets race right

He'll never be christ-like

Never receive good pay

So your faith never rises above minimum wage

So when it's time to save the world

You don't know what to say

To your brother that you love when he tells you he's gay

Do you push him away?

Judge him down till he leaves?

Give him a gospel he hears or a gospel he sees

Love wrapped in truth is the gospel he needs

There's room at the cross for everyone, even me

Well my sins are now clean

The loss now redeemed

Religion is a prison but truth sets us free

Helps us believe

That the world we're in now is not the world that will be

Terror, famine, disease

Millions in poverty

Hungry, can't sleep

With all of this religion, why these babies can't eat?

And if the middle class is gone, how can america see?

How can america breathe?

When the oxygen is gone from the american dream

And these american streets listen close as they speak

The next time you think america please include me

Help the ones that are weak

All they want is a piece

Of the pie that you keep

Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?

Still laying on concrete

Pop, pop by police

See, they the foundation of the nation

Not the 2%

Not the ones that own the building that the middle class rent

Because they make sense

Tell me how do you feel?

I'm the new franklin and I have the new deal

I fight and do right

Fdr for real

One nation under God

God, show us the way

The science of opinion

God is not a buffet

You pick what you want so no God on your plate

The preacher isn't God

Religion's first mistake

Serving stewards, shepherds, not kings

Has to die to his flesh everyday like me

One vip

All the other seats in church are free

We're just groupies

God's the celebrity

Before 313 ad

Before constantine

Before the council of nacia

Before romans and greeks

Before kalvin alexander, luther

Before let there be

Before history

To the last century

Before the death on the tree

Before the fall of man

Was a picture of me

Now to his heart

Right before the last three

Words he would speak

It is finished

Can you believe?

I'm losing my religion

Thank God

Helping you lose yours

Is my job