You’re strolling – you’re walking – controlling the madness

Chanting and whispering with passion unfolding..

You start with a purpose and end at a loss

As the weight of the cross grows heavier with the mass..

you disappear -bit by bit – as each new thought and each new view is pounded into you..

Who can speak louder – who can overpower

Who can do most evil yet smell like a flower…

let’s cover up the stench

And bury the lies – until each truth simply dies..

Confusion abounds – your mission unclear –

Why oh why is it no one can hear…

I’m speaking I’m certain till I’m blue in the face

But we’ve lost something special – this human race-

without love as the base, we have no case..