The good have told me
I should purify my soul
From what is evil
Dirty water is raining cold
Once they explained me:
Its just one truth, theres nothing else!
They never taught me
To find gold in difference
Good always walk in the morning light
But no sign of God in their eyes
Sin is a guilt that I can't see
It has been created to trap our freedom
Pain is a poison sane to drink
Not to be afraid, not to be heroes
Haze in my mind
Lots of saints on the tv
Swollen of pride
Giving truth, they're buying freedom
All the poor men
Victims of good's love or creed
Slave to their savers
Accept their ideas to get some bread
Charity stands in the morning light
Submission crawls by night
Good is a think I can't believe
It has been created to trap our freedom
Pain is a poison sane to drink
Not to be afraid, not to be heroes

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