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?

Chorus I
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

Chorus Ii
People live in their own cage
It does not seem right, but in the end

Chorus Iii
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"