No one is good not even one

The front pages of papers of children raped by rapist

Iraqi torture chambers and we the blame claim we're blameless

Wrong all

And swelling up inside of us there's this pride in us this arrogance

And our only line of defense is the sense that

Im not as half as bad as this friend of mine so I must be fine

We mean well don't we

Yet I've never seen good intentions set a man free from

Hurt all

This poor unfortunate soul

Filling a single void with toy after toy with girl after boy

How boring this wasn't this meant to be Humanity's life story

Warring with Good saying what have you done for me

Bough all

Hanging out for six hours marred beyond recognition

In complete submission to his father will still

A proclamation was made louder than the loudest temptation

With more beauty than all his creation

More eternal than eternity more angelic than the heavenlies

It Is done for you and bought with blood

Accept

Rejoice

For freedom has come