religion

'Right' branded on my brow
'Wrong' graven on my mind
You see, the sin is in me
When will it stop unfolding
When will I ever be face to face
With the devil in me

Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Burn you down...
Let me... let me...

Brain wants to rule the heart
Heart wants to tie the hands
Unseat the assassin in me
So you cry, not to give it away
So you lie...

Born with a wicked charm
Torn by this driving harm
You see, it moves into me
So you lie, not to give it away
So you cry

Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Burn you down...

Front 242, "Religion"

belief

The boys. My nephews. They help keep me from a descent into utter cynicism when the world around me crashes down - when my thoughts become foreboding and my mind turns claustrophobic. They help me embrace a gentle nature and sense of optimism whenever life seems dark and disquieted. They rule.