Baptism - August 1999

Look what they've done to you
You said you could outrun them all
But you're sleepwalking with the wolf pack again.
I see you there,
Bleeding alone in the dark
Chanting your lessons
Lectured in silence
By voices who've never spoken at all
The sea's turned to blood,
Your mouth has run dry
They're pulling you down,
Feel that cleansing tide
Let it wash over you
See the guilt-slick glisten
You're dead to the world now
You don't know what you're missing.

Just you and the boys and the man in the moon
You're pinned on your back and the water is rising
You call on your god who could sleep through a storm
But he keeps on dreaming - now ain't that surprising?

So sing me a song as you fall on your knees
In worship, in whore-ship, in bull-shit, in shame
Your spacepants are soiled, the Jetsons can't save you
They're pointing their fingers, shifting the blame.

She's not one to cry
All you Christian boys
Go ahead
Squeeze all you like
The pain you inflict doesn't hurt her one bit.