A Life In The Priesthood? Paroles

as they hid behind the door

the rules were never outlined

does this mean I'm outside the law?

my stomach is sinking fast

i've been here before



fast enough i shall wound it

i'll know when it's over

ideas and components

criticism's burden
will soon go out of style

your love for nostalgia

makes me go the extra mile

my campaign for office

has been raging for some time

but the nameplate, on the door

still says your place not mine



fast enough i shall wound it

let me breathe 'til then

i'll know when it's over

on that you can depend

ideas and their components

need not be set in stone

criticism's burden

i can bear alone