I'm putting together a broken church puzzle from the 90s And I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you It's missing pieces, kind of like my theology And I wish I could jump inside and speak right to you I'd say "hey Jesus, I'm hopeless as hell and I know nothing But I am not one of the men that's going to kill you Why will your followers someday hate the ones you die for Will their buildings make you wish you'd never come here" No amount of glue can fix something that's missing pieces No amount of glue can fix this I can't help but realize as I put the scene together Why they always make you look the way you do Caucasian Jesus is making the privileged white folks money Every Sunday, in every basket, in every pew They love this culture and as for everyone outside it It is either a mission or a distraction I haven't found a verse yet where you killed for the sake of country Or where you picketed a local female clinic No amount of glue can fix something that is missing pieces No amount of glue can fix this I will rearrange and reapply the best that I can No amount of glue can fix this Break this, just break this I don't believe you're who the Internet says you are I don't believe you are who the Megachurch says you are I don't believe you are who our President says you are If you are who they say you are, then oh Lord - Break my neck with your praying hands Just break it, just break it No amount of glue can fix something that is missing pieces No amount of glue can fix this I will rearrange and reapply the best that I can No amount of glue can fix this Break this, just break this No amount of glue