Look at the grey horizon
And hear the thunder roar
There is a stormcloud rising
Darker than before
Somehow I must find shelter
A place where I can rest
An inner sanctum, father
I'll put it to the test
You sell a way from here
A claim on my soul
So I will read your scripture
And I'll attend your mass
I will await the rapture
You say will come at last
Freedom is coming
Freedom from all my pain
Free me
Let me start again
I'm in your house of worship
And to your songs I weep
I try to take my first steps
Up a slope so steep
You sell a way from here
A claim on my soul
Freedom is coming
Freedom from all my pain
Free me from my pain
So I will read your scripture
And I'll attend your mass
I will await the rapture
You say will come at last

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