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I am not too safe with my conscience flowingUnder meBut I'd rather be misled than have insanityStained-glassed windowed saints judging andLooking over meOverindulgence in lies and sin has got me worryingHow can IFeel safeWhen I am not the prodigalSon of God?I am not too safe in the presence of the crucifixIn such a holy house, how could you be serious?Behind closed doors, the priests are just as secretiveAs every last human being on this cold dark earthHow can IFeel safeWhen I am not the prodigalSon of God?How can I feel safe when I am not the prodigalSon of God?Or any of the above? This testIs getting harder by the dayAnd I am ready to give up... Aus Songtexte Mania