Your faith is an insurance policy
Not much believing, but you see
It´s just in case that it turns out to be
Down in the end, your crude reality

Why should you pray
There´s no love, there´s no better way
Why such regret
Now you fear your certain death

You know you are
Your own enemy
Your mind´s away
And your heart can´t feel
The missing notes
In that symphony
Your mind´s away
And your heart can´t feel a thing

Just do your prayers and sign the papers
The sunday prop for all ceremonies
The institution of mass religion
Accomodates all ambiguities

The talisman you wear around your neck
It´s not a proof of all that faith
You know you´ll face the go so many times ignored
The time will come when all comes out