All these judging philosophies does that make me a Pharisee?
Oh how I take the bribe and kiss the martyr hello then goodbye

Or maybe I am just the one who
Aspires to be the one true friend
But then I stab you in the back three times in the end

Terrified of “Who am I?” (with all I am inside)
I push away all the lies
There will be love in time

Casting lots without reason, am I right or is this treason?
As the innocent dies the mocking crowd arrives

Am I the Father, the mother, the brother?
More likely a cynic no other
Even if I wash my hands of this the facts still exist

Terrified of “Who am I?” (with all I am inside)
I push away all the lies
There will be love in time

There will be love in time but who are you when you read the lines?
There will be love in time but who are you in the story of life?

Make no, make no mistake, we are, we are all, we are all the same
Make no, make no mistake, we are, we are all, we are all the same