The good have told me
I should purify my soul
From what is evil
Dirty water is raining 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