It was with stale fingertips you said all the things you couldn't say to your friends and your family At the end of the night when you're staring into nothing but before you crawl into your bed On that napkin at the bottom of your glass you wrote a note to yourself for the morning It read Here's a brand new 95 Theses To keep the blood in your eyes in the morning This is your Old Testament god It keeps your body feeling fire and fury This is something you do for yourself And no one else You do it forever You spend the next day hovered over the best $100 ever spent You repeat yourself til you find out what works no matter how simple or cliche Take stock of yourself, it's time to confess your sins Show up It's time to go to church