I’ve been told I’m evil Born into this world of sin From the day I left my mothers womb
I’ve been told I’m fallen That my nature is untrue They said “you need our God’s forgiveness son, Or you’ll burn in hell with everyone…”
I kindly asked them why I may have caught them by surprise but, I know they’ll think of something They always think of something You can feel it in your soul What no one ever knows we always think of something you always think of something
I will sit and wonder At the feet of mountains high I will breathe the air that fills the sky
They’ve got all of the answers To the questions I don’t ask Blind faith is blindness all the same It can justify the cruelest claims
I kindly asked them why I may have caught them by surprise but, I know they’ll think of something They always think of something You can feel it in your soul What no one ever knows But we always think of something They always think of something We always think of something What can they know?
Lost in adoration We could be a monster, Crudest of the creatures Divided by the line somebody else was drawing, We never thought to question, We never thought
The heroes and the saints, The tyrants and the terrorists depends on who you’re asking I wonder who you’re asking, I’m wondering You can feel it in your soul What no one ever knows But you know we’ll think of something We always think of something What can we know?