Some hide in but you had the balls To nail your thesis to the capitol walls
Petty indulgences, you shunned them all As lightning strikes the word of faith will fall
Alone in guilt you crafted your private hell Your bowels run open for your soul to expel
The day has come and gone, betrayed your cause The night will fall and you can count his laws
Those nights of savagery that came out of lies You ask for reason to be your sacrifice
And when you found that faith was worse than hell For petty charlatans with truth to sellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.