I don't know what's wrong with society   I don't know but I think it might be me   People look for ways in which to be free   But freedom doesn't come through faith in what you believe You clouded mind makes you fell unsure   You take your junk and the rest is all a blur   But Jesus Christ is your only cure   You tell her things you think she wants to hear   But being alone is your only fear   you wake up empty and your life is still a mess   Your only hope is J-E-S-U-S         You got your magic stone aroung your neck   your psychic friend says your life's a wreck   Your soul's confuses and your heart wants more   'Cause Jesus Chris is knocking at you door