Dead Again

jesus was a carpenter but god will pound his nails.
driving home the weak and the lost and the frail.
bored to death and so repressed the rotting hearts of men
(and you know im) dead again
this temple has shut down, im dead again.
god grant me this one last wish: both eyes black and pistol whips
for all who confuse miracles with coincidence.
(you know im) dead again
unbaptized and realize that nothings
heaven sent
this consciousness is mine, im dead again.
and you can dress it up: in cars and clothes and jewels and robes
and you can mess it up: with scabs and scars and booze and bars
can you confess enough? to seal your fate with righteous faith
can it be stressed enough: the expansive self delusion
but all we really got- your born you die you rot.