A person thought to be one's own -- it's a lie  My presence is an annoyance to one thought to be so kind  Brought up to respect what's right not what's new  Silent gestures accuse my being selfish and untrue    Lost in a Christian's ways, can't turn back  Religion is so damned perfect, dragged straight to your grave    Try to prove that I'm not bad, it's no use  My efforts to defend myself won't bring hatred to a truce  Take the long way to avoid confrontation in my own home  You have religion and I have friends - who's alone?     Land that shakes and seas that boil  Bad blood has poisoned me, a bitter venom spreads through my veins  Just what he wants to see  Unjustified notions of what he feels is right  All stereotyped views can't break the spell of an old man's world    His ways are his, they'll be that way 'til his last living day  Break free won't compromise his cause  A hardened shell cracked by time  Old ways lost, new ones born