Yes mom, I'd love to help at church on Sunday.

You're so kind to me and I love this family. 

Hey buddy, nah those assholes are so annoying,

making me so mad, I want to tell 'em to blow me.

Good morning Pastor, lovely morning.

Your sermon was quite adoring.

Yo bro, you hear this fucking shit?!

I want to get out of here this very minute.

I am Jack, but what does that mean?

Ask about me, I'll tell you what I think you've seen.

I have no real sense of identity.

I don't know who I want to be.

I know what is right and how to survive,

but I desire a life that makes me feel alive.

The more I pray, I see God's truth and path.

I do not want to recieve His loving wrath.

Then I see my friends appear,

and I know exactly what they want to hear.

What will I do, who will I be?

I'll be whoever you want me to be.

And that's all I am.