I stand on my own   Broken down   Am I loser enough to join the church?   We're all the same   With choices to make   While realizing there is no other way.   Pharmaceuticals can't mend your soul   Just dull your face.   And your sins remain aflame.   My eyes tell the truth   I'm dressed to kill.   Hypocrisy kills   And I'm guilty.   We're all the same   Choices to make.   If I am a vessel then here is your question:   Where is your faith?   "Oh death, where art thou sting?"   I believe.