Born with eyes But they are not to see Living on your knees Choking on your spiritual agony Follow the traces of blood Throughout the past centuries You choose not to see Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame
You strive for perfection But you don′t have the tools Human weakness embodied Fodder for fools Feeding the fear of life itself Over and over again And choose not to see
Bow down and worship me at the altar 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 on your spiritual agony Follow the traces of blood Throughout the past centuries You choose not to see Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame