Things You're Selling

Well I don't need more guilt here in my life,
How the hell is that supposed to help me find the light?
And I don't need you preaching at me day and night
About the way I look, the way I walk,
The way I dress and the way I talk,
There's something that you think you see like you've ever looked at me

You say you've got it figured out, 
And you seem so damn proud about it, 
I never really trusted folks who have to talk so loud

That ain't to say you never looked me in the eye, 
But lookin' isn't seein' when you just can't spare the time,
Besides you're selling things I just don't feel like buying, 
Like guilt and pain, 
Fear and shame,
Who to thank, and who to blame, 
A set of rules that's bound to keep the living out of life
Who to love and who to hate, 
What's too soon and what's too late,
There's some test you have to pass before you feel the love of god

Well I don't need some fear of afterlife, 
How the hell is that supposed to help me find the light?
And I don't need you preaching at me day and night
About the things I do and the things I don't, 
What I will and what I won't,
There's fire in your eyes sir, and it chills me to the bone

You say you've got it figured out, 
And you seem so damn proud about it, 
I never really trusted folks who have to talk so loud

So thanks alot man, but I'll be moving on
Yours is a hateful sermon, and it takes too goddamned long
See, life is short and I'm gonna find mine searching for the light

Yes I'm searching for the light
Searching for the light...