year after year, faces change
while words remain the same
accusing you, forcing
into their own moulds
you are so wrong, they are here
to make you right again, helping you
to change the way you are

there they come again
telling you what you can think
there they come again

year after year, you find yourself
where you shouldn't be
all your life, you just haven't
seen the light; and when
they come again, you are so glad
you give them all you can
for salvation, which they
never really grant