If I were like you inside my head Would cut me into pieces till nothing remains The hypocrisy is paid with interest Are you blind about to pay the price for them? People breathe their empty faith It does not seem right, but in the end You do not have an answer and need something to hold on A decadent puppet acting through others mind And useless leaders training tormentors With God's License bathed by the Solomon's throne People live in their own cage It does not seem right, but in the end ♪ People breathe their empty faith It does not seem right, but in the end They need some reason to live on Their souls wish for something to carry on... ♪ Your painful faith Only cares to sell And your desperate purchase By hanging their beliefs Now impartially speaking As it was once said: "Better divided by a hit Than united by mistakes"