Sins Of The World

Do you feel any fever any changes at all

In your truth a deceiver

Stranded and desperately cold

Branded the enemy, loosing the dignity

Bring on the effigy

Bring on the puppet to bear the load

Carry the load

If hope is your savior when destiny calls

Who will be braver you or the puppet

Saver of souls drowning

In dangerous echo-less holes

If hope is your savior

And faith is your friend

Then charity's hiding again

Bathing in sympathy praising the apathy

Bring on the effigy

Bring on the puppet to bear the load

Speak of the brave

Then they will come

Only to bathe in the warmth

Of the Sun

Speak of the just

Then it is done

Someone will pray for

The sins of the world