Soapy Cooper - Confessions lyrics

I keep my preacher guessing When I'm in that box confessing That these lessons dressed as blessings Are perpetually depressing Clerics stare at me Barely aware if their heresy There to carry me to clarity But they're in need if therapy When modern day pastors View themselves as masters But Call themselves servants of Christ It seems backwards Gods children become ba*tards When we weigh the factors Cause as a kid my Holiest Ghost was named Casper Now that cameras capture The actions if Baptists I question whether chapters From Nazareth are accurate If I'm made in the fashion of Christ Should I be pa**ionate? Can kids living off rations of rice Perceived immaculence? False prophets slip Thoughts to the metropolis Promising apocalypse So they can keep their pockets thick In my sleep in deeply breathing Cause in dreaming of demons Themes if scenes that I've been seeing Got my screaming and pleading The themes of what im reading Have been feeding evil beings So rest your damned head Like the voodoo man said One day we'll all wake up and see The boogie man's dead.