Priest

You made your bed on your own hook
Why moan over the side effects?
You'd better take a second look
To fix all mechanical defects

Stuck with unsolvable problems
Searching for a painless way out
Puzzled over the occult emblems
Feeling again as a boyscout

You were destined from birth to suffer
Aware of the original sin
Between life and death you will hover
Always trying to take it on the chin

Preaching to devout congregation
Is so flattering, you feel a big cheese
You need voluntary termination
If your faith is shaken, why shoot the breeze?

by Aram Stefanian

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