| He never cared what the prophets said, anytime…
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| He gathers rain for his guilt and pain, falling down…
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| To clean himself, to wash his soul…
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| Escape from himself…
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| Mistakes, made over and over again…
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| Clearing his guilt…
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| His forehead branded by their holy sign
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| Day by day he’s living in this line
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| He’s begging the master on his knees…
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| (priest:)
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| «One word, one sign and everything’s forgiven.
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| Now, say you prayers and everything’s alright.
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| Don’t shift your blame on another backdoor.
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| Sell your soul and soon you will be absolved.»
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| He tries to repent for his sins as he was told
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| His only hope arriving at the other side
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| In the name of belief
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| In the name of belief
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| They wash their hands of it
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| Obessed and blind
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| Unable and bowed running out of time
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| Too mortified to reveal this evil crime
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| Tortured in guilt, what’s right what’s wrong
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| (priest:)
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| «Your fate, your soul, everything is fleeting.
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| I tell the truth in favor of the saints.
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| They came to teach discerning good and evil.
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| Now it’s mine to pronounce the rights for all.»
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| Unsolved questions remaining like a wall
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| Empty words are leading to the final fall
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| In the end he will receive eternal life…
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| There’s nothing more to care…
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| Escape into another phase…
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| The end: escape from himself… |