The good have told me   I should purify my soul   From what is evil   Dirty water is raining cold      Once they explained me:   "It's just one truth, there's nothing else!"   They never taught me   To find gold in difference      Good always walk in the morning light   But no sign of God in their eyes      Sin is a guilt that I can't see   It has been created to trap our freedom   Pain is a poison sane to drink   Not to be afraid, not to be heroes      Haze in my mind   Lots of saints on the tv   Swollen of pride   Giving truth, they're buying freedom      All the poor men   Victims of good's love or creed   Slave to their savers   Accept their ideas to get some bread      Charity stands in the morning light   Submission crawls by night      Good is a think I can't believe   It has been created to trap our freedom   Pain is a poison sane to drink   Not to be afraid, not to be heroes