Common Riddle

I don't know what's wrong with society

I don't know but I think it might be me

People look for ways in which to be free

But freedom doesn't come through faith in what you believe

Your clouded mind makes you feel unsure

You take your junk and the rest is all a blur

But Jesus Christ is your only cure

You tell her things you think she wants to hear

But being alone is your only fear

you wake up empty and your life is still a mess

Your only hope is J-E-S-U-S

You got your magic stone aroung your neck

your psychic friend says your life's a wreck

Your soul's confuses and your heart wants more

'Cause Jesus Chris is knocking at you door