Where rape is called 'freelance gynecology'  Portraits of heathens hang, while heroes die on our t.v. screen  Not a soul in sight  Just a coroner who can't sleep,  Because of what he sees when he dreams at night  The corpses stare at him with open arms and wide open eyes  This is not a dream  Just wake up and see what i mean  (chorus)  What a tale  We have failed  Paradise lost in the midst of this freedumb  (you let me down!)  Where world religion has had a suicidal theme  You'll find more demons in gods than you'll find on these corrupted streets    'bold statements from a liar'  Your beliefs are broken so, danger, danger, hide or retreat  In god we will contradict  Now let the truth be released  Of untold tales and mistruths  Bring forth the whole world to see  That your manmade faith and your contagious 'steepled casino' cult  Is just a lie  Keep your security  I don't need you  Keep your stability  I don't need you  You keep your guarantee  I don't need you  Keep your book of faith  Can't see through false freedom's eyes  (chorus)  They told their tales  Now shotgun shells  Will send their souls  Back to hell  All has failed  Nothing's well  Your secret lies  In this well...  Too close to bottom...  Impulse suffer, reflex beating from your mind  Chosen  Freedom, the word that means blind  Hatred, swells up inside from this freedom  Well  Oh well  You suffer  No one lives to tell  Well  Oh well  It's over  No one lives to tell  Too close  This well  Too close...