Seems that we've lost our innocence The pulpit the teachers Have warned us Blindly accepting Their words as truth And taking advantage of our trust Don't expect an answer Can't help that you're suspicious Something is missing So you can't decide But you're letting them guide you How can you listen These empty words In their messages meanings Where's the beginning If there's no end Seems you're undecided Fancy dress Contrived rhetoric speech The unlettered masses conforming Rank and file members Fearing change But questioned their own faith This morning Don't expect an answer Can't help that you're suspicious Something is missing Still you can't decide But you're letting them guide you How can we listen These empty words In their messages meanings Where's the beginning If there's no end Seems we're undecided And those that will listen They see their world In these messages meanings But I can't accept this as proof I know Neither one's provided.