Scaffolded Minds

Tumbling cold, the wind bites me I fit the mold, but I lost the key Teaching and preaching, they're not the same thing Difference is, one's now a sin Every corner, every street, we take our strife A chorus of anger, waiting to be heard Cause I'm free All that's in the past I can't believe this love we see Possible winter's last All we can do, is fight the wind and the rain Avoiding suffering by doling out pain Cause I'm free All that's in the past I can't believe this love we see Possible winter's last Thank God I'm free All that's in the past I can't believe this love we see Possible winter's last Tumbling cold, the wind bites me I fit the mold, but I lost the key Teaching and preaching, they're not the same thing Difference is, one's now a sin