Take it
You must thing I'm so out of it
But I've been in this from the beginning
You take me for granted sometimes
I've become so ill of it
Nothing clears my mind more than nothing
Something always causing something
Heaven is beckoning
I will not heed its call
Thanks for reckoning
But I'm prepared to take it all
You could never touch me and your religion
Notice how far they are
They compare to you, Sheep