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
Freedom comes through faith in what you believe
You say you're fine, you say your life is pure
Your clouded mind makes you feel unsure
You take your junk and the rest is all a blur
Jesus Christ is your only cure
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 around your neck
Your psychic friend says your life's a wreck
Your soul's confused and your heart wants more
Jesus Christ is knocking at your door
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Hey
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
Freedom comes through faith in what you believe