I am not a sinner   I fall asleep after dinner   This table used to be my favorite tree   A temper isn’t courage   You eat too much and then purge   Electric eyes judge the elastic city      Where is my conviction?   Well, I was as convicted as a gospel singer      I’m still addicted, like a vampire slayer   I just have no mission   There’s an invisible church inside of me   It’s deep, dark and united      I don’t know why I’d hide it   But I must have done some kind of good job   ‘Cause now I can’t even find it