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..