Lent

I'm not made like Rubbermaid 
Though You Sometimes treat me that way, 
And I will not sit here and take it, 
'Cause that wont make anything go away. 
Fill your homes with Riches, 
And fill your ears with cotton, 
Fill your mind with their insults, 
Until they finally break your wings. 
Build your towers close to God, 
The wise man builds on rock. 
'Cause the mark up is higher . . The foundation's strong, 
And it keeps them coming back. 
Give yourself to blind anger. 
Give up religion for Lent. 
Give your killer permission. 
Until they finally break your wings. 

You don't have to wear those wings, On all fours if I must crawl. 
I've got hands and feet and knees, I've got teeth and I've got paws. 

A stitch in time wont mend the ways, 
The ways are frayed and torn. 
And if they weren't so full of holes, 
You know they'd still be soiled . . like no bleach can cure. 
Give yourself to blind anger. 
Give up religion for Lent. 
Give your killer permission. 
Until they finally break your wings. 
You don't have to wear those wings, On all four if I must crawl. 
I've got hands and feet and knees, I've got teeth and I've got paws.