In the temples and the pews, they gather
Seeking solace, chasing after
A high that lifts them beyond the mundane
But is it faith or just a numbing game?

They inhale the scriptures, exhale devotion
Trading reason for a heavenly potion
Their eyes glaze over with fervent belief
As if salvation lies in every leaf

Opium of the soul, they consume
Blurring lines between the sacred and the gloom
Their prayers rise like smoke rings to the sky
An addiction masked as piety
Opium of the soul, they consume
Blurring lines between the sacred and the gloom
Their prayers rise like smoke rings to the sky
An addiction masked as piety

The preacher's words, a potent elixir
Drowning doubts, making them feel richer
They chase the dragon of salvation's kiss
Ignoring reason, dismissing the abyss

They inhale the scriptures, exhale devotion
Trading reason for a heavenly potion
Their eyes glaze over with fervent belief
As if salvation lies in every leaf

Opium of the soul, they consume
Blurring lines between the sacred and the gloom
Their prayers rise like smoke rings to the sky
As if salvation lies in every leaf
Opium of the soul, they consume
Blurring lines between the sacred and the gloom
Their prayers rise like smoke rings to the sky
An addiction masked as piety

But what if the opium wears thin?
When faith becomes a hollow hymn?
Will they find solace in reality's embrace
Or cling tighter to their sacred space?

Opium of the soul, they consume
Blurring lines between the sacred and the gloom
Their prayers rise like smoke rings to the sky
An addiction masked as piety

Opium of the soul, they consume
Blurring lines between the sacred and the gloom
Their prayers rise like smoke rings to the sky
An addiction masked as piety

In the quiet corners of their hearts
They wrestle with doubts, torn apart
Opium or salvation, they wonder
As the smoke dissipates, leaving them under