They called it faith 
They called it fair 
They called it resolution 
I call it shit when we were alone 
They simply paid no mind 
You'd suffered such a crime 
Then there you were 
A mother way too soon 

They said you'd made your bed 
Then they filled your head 
With the sound 
The bells of a cathedral 
You say you're still ashamed 
I with that I could make it stop 

Like salt thrown over shoulder 
A coin tossed in a fountain 
Not unlike a knock on wood 

You said only in as much 
As you were sensitive to touch 
Did you feel like a human when they spoke 
And so you hid your life 
All bottled up inside 
Just enough to make 
Your angels choke 

You took all you heard 
And tried to make them your own words 
Only deafened by the sound 
The bells of a cathedral 
Now you hate yourself and I wish that I could make it fucking stop 

All my life 
Surrounded, unfounded 
Teachings thought as threats 
I won't forget