Herein is love

What makes us good ones turn out to be bad?
Have you gotten old, when you're all that we had?
I'm working my fingers straight don to the bone
Everybody look! I'm righteously suffering
I've hated the sex, the addictives, the sins
I've hated, and hated, and damned, and hated... Again, and again, and again
My parents are wondering why I've been doubting
I just don't see you there
I just don't see you there at all

All my questions have gone deeper than fiction to find you
And when they throw me into the furnace, I won't be burned, or smell of smoke
Or smell of smoke

No, I haven't seen it, but I can feel it
Herin is love for us bastards
No, I haven't seen it, but I can feel it
Herin is love for us bastards

What makes the churches collapse from the inside?
Everyone is right in their own minds
I didn't find you in pews, or a service
Or in staying clean, or in staying clean
My parents are wondering why I've been doubting
I just don't see you there. I just don't see you there at all

No, I haven't seen it, but I can feel it
Herin is love for us bastards
No, I haven't seen it, but I can feel it
Herin is love for us bastards