Faith...

 ...You're driving me away

You do it everyday

You don't mean it

But it hurts like hell

My brain says I'm receiving pain

A lack of oxygen

From my life support

My iron lung

We're too young to fall asleep

To cynical to speak

We are losing it

Can't you tell?

We scratch our eternal itch

A twentieth century bitch

And we are grateful for

Our iron lung

 

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And if you're frightened

You can be frightened

You can be, it's OK