i m coming lord i m on my way worshiping at the altar of no one can t remember which god is my wine can t repent if i m wrong impartial empty rituals trinkets and fossils and now lord i m on my way amen peace ain t coming our way but the sun keeps burning my face where s my faith my blasphemy keep singin lord i m on my way home floorboards and the ceilings are creaking and the roof is old and leaking but looking up high to the heavens how can we declare our independence from evolution and penance sin ain t coming our way but the sun keeps burning my face when s my faith renewing today i believe in something i think where s my faith my monastery3