Let me tell you a story There's a moth on the window A naked woman in his bed This is the anniversary Of his Savior's death And like Lazarus in the tomb Like the Messiah Himself He's wrapped inside the sheets Just wishing he was someplace else Ah, but here she is Willing But all he can think about is Him Running around in the underworld with a set of keys So he tells her "I don't know if you know What kind of man I am I think it's probably best that you leave" So she kisses his forehead Wraps her legs around him Then he's walking on the water Then he's drowning in the sea He asks her, "Do you know what day it is" She replies, "Friday" He asks, "Do you know who Jesus is" She replies, "Doesn't everybody" He said, "No, no, no Can we have this conversation How do I explain it, I'm obsessed by Him He is definitely my fascination" And she says, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no This isn't the time for any of that In fact, you need to learn to compartmentalize And not keep mixing all of these whites and blacks" So he lays her On her back And then he gives it to her In every way she asks The end