Cursive - Rise up rise up

Dear preacher, thanks for making time for me todayhope you don't mind if i hide behind the curtainit's been fifteen years since my last confessionby your good book's standards, i've sinned like a championbut that book seems a tad bit out-dated Please forgive me, for questioning divinityit's an ugly job, but i think i'm up for iti'm not saying who's righti'm just saying there's more than one wayto skin a religionthere's more than one wayto explain our existence Reverend, sir, i don't want to seem malevolentmy teenage angst is far behind mebut father, certainly it's troubling to seeall these people kneeling, instead of dealingwith the fact that we are all we have So, rise up! rise up!there's no one to worship!but plenty of life to lose!i'm not saying "let's burn down the church"but do you want to hear my confession?it's my greatest sin..Okay, here it is:i wasted half my life on the thought that i'd live forever!i wasn't raised, to seize the day, but to work and worship'cause "he that liveth and believeth" supposedly never dies Rise up! rise up!and live a full life!'cause when it's over, it's doneso rise up! rise up!dance and scream and love!You're not the chosen oneand i'm not the chosen one