Born with eyes   But they are not to see   Living on your knees   Choking on your spiritual agony   Follow the traces of blood   Throughout the past centuries   You choose not to see   Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame      You strive for perfection   But you don't have the tools   Human weakness embodied   Fodder for fools   Feeding the fear of life itself   Over and over again   And choose not to see      Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame      So you're the saint and I'm the sinner?    You will never understand   You're the saint and I'm the sinner   No - you will never understand      Born with eyes   But they are not to see   Living on your knees   Choking on your spiritual agony   Follow the traces of blood   Throughout the past centuries   You choose not to see   Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame