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