Born with eyes

But they are not to see

Living on your knees

Choking on spiritual agony

Follow the traces of blood

Throughout the past centuries

You choose not to see

Bow down and worship me at the alter of shame



You strive for perfection but you don't have the tools

Human weakness embodied

Fodder to fools

Feeding the fear of life it self

Over and over again

And you choose not to see

Bow down and worship me at the alter of shame



So you're the saint and I'm the sinner?



You will never understand

You're the saint and I'm the sinner

No - you will never understand



Born with eyes

But they are not to see

Living on your knees

Choking in agony

Follow the traces of blood

Throughout the past centuries

Still you choose not to see

Bow down and worship me at the alter of shame