Out of the depths I cry to you oh lord

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored

If you keep account of sins oh who would stand?

But you have forgiveness in your hands

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared

But I don't buy into everything I hear

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by you

And I'm wondering will u ever get yourself free

Is it bad to think you might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with you?

For oh you're like a ghost in your own home

Nobody hears you crying all alone

Oh you are the one true really voiceless one

They have their backs turned to you for worship of gold and stone

And to see you prisoner oh makes me weep

Nobody hears you screaming in the streets

And it's sad but true how the old saying goes

If God lived on earth people would break his windows

I long for you as watchmen long for the end of night