No one is good not even one     The front pages of papers of children raped by rapist   Iraqi torture chambers and we the blame claim we're blameless   Wrong all  And swelling up inside of us there's this pride in us this arrogance  And our only line of defense is the sense that   Im not as half as bad as this friend of mine so I must be fine  We mean well don't we   Yet I've never seen good intentions set a man free from  Hurt all   This poor unfortunate soul   Filling a single void with toy after toy with girl after boy  How boring this wasn't this meant to be Humanity's life story  Warring with Good saying what have you done for me  Bough all  Hanging out for six hours marred beyond recognition   In complete submission to his father will still  A proclamation was made louder than the loudest temptation   With more beauty than all his creation   More eternal than eternity more angelic than the heavenlies   It Is done for you and bought with blood  Accept  Rejoice   For freedom has come