A body called to perfection
Living the truth of the Lord
Never conformed to tradition
We somehow lost the vision
Forgetting our initial feats
Trapped in religious schisms
How many times do you see it?
(It happens to those ahead)
One did pick up the pieces
but we scatter them again
Fingers pointing every way
Composed of classes and claims
How many times do you live it?
And Christ is a past faux pas
When social we weren't to be
Oh, it's a Bertillon System we live in
Power battles in our faith
I'm not judging, just observing
How they carry their blame
Can you understand our present state?
Where the church is a social place?
All forgiveness we obtained by grace
All corrupted in human fate!
Oh, it's a Bertillon System we trust in
Belief coordinated in our faith
I'm not judging, no I'm not judging
Just observing their claims
Can you understand our present situation?
His church is a social configuration
(Somehow we lost the vision)
Where social we weren't to be
Somehow we lost that vision