Testo Common Riddle

I don't know what's wrong with societyI don't know but I think it might be mePeople look for ways in which to be freeBut freedom doesn't come through faith in what you believe You clouded mind makes you fell unsureYou take your junk and the rest is all a blurBut Jesus Christ is your only cureYou tell her things you think she wants to hearBut being alone is your only fearyou wake up empty and your life is still a messYour only hope is J-E-S-U-SYou got your magic stone aroung your neckyour psychic friend says your life's a wreckYour soul's confuses and your heart wants more'Cause Jesus Chris is knocking at you door