weaponize the prodigal, take the power back

cast shame on escaping, crawl like a repentant snake

you think that you’re happy chasing the wind?

you think your life matters

out making friends? get back to the altar

run far from your sins - you think that you’re happy

in your hedonist state? you think pleasure’s important?

that smile on your face is the product of evil

the sins that you’ve chased, are masked as living

“falling in love” you sexual creatures

what have you done? get back in line with

our doctrines, our social circles

stay up all night and pray, let the sun rise & expose the guilt on your face

sitting in my bedroom reading my bible while they play outside - am i happy?

taking that vow, that pledge, all my actions, though, i will deny - am i happy?

telling you this is the end, gotta get yourself cleansed, repent - am i happy? am i happy?

leave your lifetime of laughing, learn to confess

memorize scripture, sharpen your sword

the one pleasure of earth, bow down to your g-d

be filled with the aroma of your face by his feet

forget the wildflowers, or the color of eyes

when you lean in for a kiss, heavenly lesbian love

where is your husband? what have you done?

you think that you’re happy, living your life?

you must be converted, the heteronormative plan

the head of the household, the nuclear man

removing those slime suits jumpin on the train cause its the way - am i happy?

responsible for the rest, havent got a clue who i am - am i happy?

bodies laid on the floor, glossolalia filling the air - am i happy? am i happy?

pledge allegiance to submission

forfeit all time, give the church your paycheck

the mission of g-d, offerings converted into new parking lots

for clergy to roll into, while the prodigal runs

we’re looking for blood, moral superiority

is christ on a cross. the worse your condition

the holier you are, trade happiness for suffering

we swear this will pass! life here is temporary

don’t give it your all, miss this one moment

blinded by light, or we’ll deem you a prodigal

the two narratives to life are that

you’re either the devil or g-d’s only son

40 days without food, hour 52 of no sleep - am i happy?

laying my hands on bricks, tin can beach bibles buried - am i happy?

so many hands on me, wonderin if i can believe what you say - am i happy?

god ordained abuse, while the life in me gives way - am i happy?

you’re either adam or the fall of earth eve

a life of dichotomy, a slave or go free

as a proud evangelical, the purest of g-d

masters of performance, keepers of law

denounce your imagination

serotonin hits, it says in the scripture

your happiness don’t fit, you’ve fallen short

don’t even try, you want to be happy?

you won’t be till you die.