Make Believe

I was raised in Catholic school

Taught to obey that one golden rule

That is he who sits in the heaven above

Deserves all your praise, devotion and your love

Because he had a son who had died for our sins

And with that sacrifice came a sense of contrition

That we all seem to feel

When we're down on our knees

Looking up to God

Hoping he'll answer all our needs

But I tend to believe that it's all for naught

And when the sun does set

All our souls will rot

Along with our flesh and our bones

And our blood

Will seep into the earth

Reconnecting with the mud

And I think to myself

"What a beautiful lie,"

To waste being devout

To what could all turn out to be a lie

To be a lie

Now I do not know

But I have been told

If you don't believe in Him

Well, then the devil owns your soul

But let us just examine what's below this land

It's the story of a man

With a pitchfork in his hand

Could you honestly believe

In such a tall, tall tale

Something that sounds so make believe

Just like the sailor and the wind

Well, I guess that this song

Has sealed my own fate

Lucifer won't take me

Ain't crossing through no pearly gates

But if either one exists

Well, that's fine by me

I will gladly spend the afterlife

Waiting in purgatory

Purgatory...