2 acessos
You say that religion, it poisons everything
But didn't science give to us the bomb?
And our politicians, didn't they write the script
That told who they panned to drop it on?
It seems so easy to point the finger
It's just as easy to point the gun
So tell me, brother; is it in you
To pull the trigger now and kill someone?
You're on a mission to rescue humanity
From this disease that steals the heart and mind
But am I worth saving? Am I worth anything?
And tell me, brother, how did you decide?
You curse the very ground upon which you're walking
To prove the point that you're no longer walking on the ground
If it's absurdity you find in my believing
Tell me what is more absurd than believing in your doubt?