They pretend to be the ones to be afraid of   Caressing our souls away from us   And all of the world to keep us all in line   If we just fold our hands and smile      So many wasted   Promises rhapsodised   Promises to take us higher      Don't be afraid of their excommunication, you'll survive.   We'll have no shame cos you will stand the climb and you will rise.      So many wasted promises rhapsodised   So many wasted sundays trying to avoid the fire   So many wasted   Promises to take you higher      They pretend to be the one we should be afraid of   Caressing our souls away      So many wasted promises rhapsodised   So many wasted sundays trying to avoid the fire   I've seen the twisted ways   They push the guilt inside, and made you believe you have to try   To suffer live and die their way      But it doesn't have to be this way.      You don't have to be shaken and confused and   hanging to anything you can find.