A Prayer for Books in Common lyrics

I met an enemy of mine today, who said
“You practice your righteousness in front of mothers
To be seen by them,” and I grinned
“Where’s your righteousness?” I asked
“You right yourself just by saying you righter than others?”

Right, right
Right, right

They say I believe too much in human momentum
They try to tell me “Some can’t be saved
Some sinners just don’t have any incentive”
I always shrug at what can burn in utero inside human desire
I say leave it to fate
I say leave it to passion and sin

I met a friend of mine today, who said
“Isn’t the aura that surrounds you
An earthly abundance too?” and I sinned
“Where’s your abundance?” I shouted and begged
“What are you saying? Are you say you’re dumber than Jim?”

Right, right
Right, right

They say I believe too much in human momentum
They try to tell me “Some can’t be saved
Some sinners just don’t have any incentive”
I always shrug at what can burn in utero inside all human fires
I say leave it to fate
I say leave it to passion and sin
I know words connect meanings to something material
I know material is God
Material reality, our material thoughts
I know my words connect me to something imperial
I know imperialism is Satan
Imperial fraught, my holiness tightens

I met a metaphor for “karma” today, who said
“Reality’s embers taste both Pepsi and vaginal
Have you heard coincidence’s Good News yet?”
But I stuttered
“We all have the same dreams, fears, and hopes unbound
Pepsi’s the first book, our Earth has in common”

I met a case of Pepsi today, who said
“Karma’s a brittle flavor, sip forgiveness instead
To be seen by God is enough,” She mothered
“Where’s your hope, Colson, as you claim to be Jesus?
On whose fears, have you nestled our bed?”

Right, right
Right, right

They say I believe too much in human momentum
They try to tell me “Some can’t be saved
Some sinners just don’t have any incentive”
I always shrug at what can burn in utero inside all timeless fires
I say leave it to God
I say leave it to reason and tradition
They say I believe too much in human momentum
They try to tell me “Some can’t be saved
Some sinners just don’t have any incentive”
I always shrug at what can burn in utero inside humanity’s end
I say leave it to them
I say leave it to God’s cola: contrition

Right, right
Right, right

Right, right
Right, right