Sing Your Own Gospel

[Verse 1]
I searched for God in ‘em Holy Books,
But all I found was some preachers hooks.
So I built a church in my own mind,
With no pews, no pride, kind words that rhyme.

[Chorus]
Sing your Gospel, like it’s a magic wand,
A blast of truth, feel it, it’s grand!
In the Bible of Us, we’re all just human,
Dancing alone, lost in wonderland.

[Verse 2]
I read Rousseau and Russel with a glass of red,
Jean Paul Sartre and Camus in my bed.
Why obey rules from the days of old?
I’ll craft my truth in stories bold.

[Chorus]
Sing your own Gospel, write your own song,
Find where you’re right, admit when you’re wrong.
In the Bible of truth, there’s more than one tune,
Wink at the stars, and laugh with the moon.

[Bridge]
Life’s a cabaret, a silly little dance,
Between fate and free will, a game of chance.
No need for a savior, damn holy decree,
Just the jazz in our soul, setting us free.

[Chorus]
Sing your own Gospel, dance with your doubts,
Whisper your secrets, and scream them out loud.
In the Bible of trust, let’s find our own truths,
Lost in the rhythm, defying our youth.

[Outro]
Yeah let’s write our scriptures, line by line,
Oh that book of life, it’s goddamn divine.
No priest, no prophet, just the truths we dare speak,
In this holy cabaret, we don’t fear the meek.
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