Cancer

My Book of Mormon Wrapped in turin And it seems inferior and jittery You preach elastic To your jagged flock In an eerie passion for self-flattery. I'm emotionally raped by Jesus But I'm still here, Somehow I'm still here What now of my faith Just a desperate exercise to limit pain I am weak I'm emotional and sensitve and frail In need of some love Pull the cancer from the Vatican's Own state Uninformed, you will harbour those Who nurtured Europe's war Keep turning my cheek In a fragile state of violence left me weak No guilt, hold your people in disdain And steal their grace I need replacement To feel redefined And it's just this matter of identity Emotionally I'm wrapped in shame Emotionally I feel I'm raped