Lyric Cancer

My book of Mormon
Wrapped in Turin
And it seems inferior and jittery
You preach elastic
To your jagged flock
In an eerie passion for self-flattery

I m emotionally raped by Jesus
I m emotionally raped by Jesus now
But I m still here
Yes, somehow I m still here

What now of my faith
Just a desperate exercise to limit pain
I am weak
I m emotional and sensitive and frail
In need of some love
Pull the cancer from the Vatican s own state
Uninformed
You will harbour those who nurtured Europe s War
Keep turning my cheek
In a fragile state of violence left me weak
No guilt
Hold your people in disdain and steal their grace

I need replacement
To feel redefined
And it s just this matter of identity
You preach elastic
To your jagged flock
It s an eerie passion for self-flattery

Emotionally I m wrapped in shame
Emotionally I feel I m raped
Oh, emotionally in chains

What now of my faith
It s a desperate exercise to limit pain
No guilt
Hold your people in disdain and steal their grace
Keep turning my cheek
I m emotional and sensitive and weak
Uninformed
You have harboured those who nurtured Europe s War