All of my sincere apologies
Have been redirected unto you
It seems our halos have [bad word] Simply loopholes that we use
For re-direction
Of our imperfection

Tell me is there something I can do
For you to help you change your view
And say I am not the enemy
Tell me, tell me, tell me

It appears you’ve [bad word] so content
Handing out your stubborn judgments
So show and tell your benefits
Of your beliefs and negligence
‘cause not so long ago
You used to be the one you hate

Broken [bad word] And a broken life
Create in you a twisted lie
Take a second glance
At what you can fit inside of your intellect
Then tell me then
How can it be God