It's right up the hill
Sitting there
You look across to it
From the outside
The stained glass is radiant and welcoming
But it's stained for a reason

They tell you who to become
What to become
Caged in the constraints of conformity
Where you choke

Squeezing
Compressing
Audible creaking of this narrowing box
That wants to burst open

The cracks let my blood seep out
My fleeting words
The less important secrets

And one day I can't do it anymore
All of us feel that way
Us. Not you.

And once we're free, we only wake up
To a slightly bigger box.
Where we choke.
It's a joke.

But go ahead.
Pretend perfection.
Fabricate your ideals.
Alienate your followers

In the name of...

This is where you go to find peace
The same place that left me in pieces
This is your sanctuary
Can't you hear the alarm blaring?

I'm not mad
I'm just disappointed
At least tell me I'm scum the second I walk in
Don't lead me on
Don't make me feel at home
I'm not welcome

But go ahead.
Pretend perfection.
Fabricate your ideals.
Alienate your followers

In the name of...