City and Colour "Make Believe" Слова песни

Make Believe

I was raised in catholic school,taught to obey that one golden ruleThat is, He who sits in the Heavens abovedeserves all your praise, devotion and your loveBecause he had a son who had died for our sinsAnd with that sacrifice came a sense of contritionThat we all seem to feel when we’re down on our kneeslooking up to die hoping he’ll answer all our needs

But I tend to believe that it’s all for notand when the sun does set, all our souls will rotalong with our flesh and our bones and our bloodwill seep into the earth reconnecting with the mudAnd I think to myself, what a beautiful lieto waste being devote to what could all turn out to be a lieTo be a lie

Now I do not know, but I have been toldIf you don’t believe in Him, well then the devil owns your soulBut let us just examine what’s below this landIt’s the story of a man with a pitchfork in his handCould you honestly believe in such a tall, tall taleSomething that sounds so make believe just like the sailor and the whale

Well I guess that this song has sealed my own fateLucifer won’t take me, ain’t crossing through no pearly gates

But if either one exists well that’s fine by meI will gladly spend the afterlife waiting in purgatory, purgatory

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