Look at the grey horizon And hear the thunder roar There is a stormcloud rising Darker than before Somehow I must find shelter A place where I can rest An inner sanctum, father I'll put it to the test You sell a way from here A claim on my soul So I will read your scripture And I'll attend your mass I will await the rapture You say will come at last Freedom is coming Freedom from all my pain Free me Let me start again I'm in your house of worship And to your songs I weep I try to take my first steps Up a slope so steep You sell a way from here A claim on my soul Freedom is coming Freedom from all my pain Free me from my pain So I will read your scripture And I'll attend your mass I will await the rapture You say will come at last