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The good have told me

I should purify my soul

From what is evil

Dirty water is rainin' cold

Once they explained me:

"It's just one truth, there's nothing else!"

They never taught me

To find gold in difference

Good always walk in the morning light

But no sign of God in their eyes

Sin is a guilt that I can't see

It has been created to trap our freedom

Pain is a poison sane to drink

Not to be afraid not to be heroes

Haze in my mind,

Lots of "Saints" on the TV

Swollen of pride:

Giving "Truth", they're buying freedom

All the poor men,

Victims of good's love or creed,

Slave to their savers,

Accept their ideas to get some bread

Charity stands in the morning light

Submission crawls by night

Good is a think I can't believe

it has been created to trap our freedom

Pain is a poison sane to drink

Not to be afraid not to be heroes