Lost in Amnesia

I don’t meet your ideal

I didn’t make you my religion

Worshiped you for too long

A pagan belief

Recycled to the image you want

They called you a prostitute

Jesus loved you anyway

I don’t meet your ideal

I didn’t make you my religion

Worshiped you for too long

You’re my Sangraal

Echoes on the wind

The temptation of desire

Guilty of not proven

I don’t meet your ideal

I didn’t make you my religion

Worshiped you for too long

Secrets written in stone

Lost in amnesia

Collective dementia

Buried in another person’s world

I don’t meet your ideal

I didn’t make you my religion

Worshiped you for too long