Из альбома: Strings Attached
Dropped from the sky
Came to earth
To clean your minds
And serve your hate
Say your prayers
Bring your child
Save your souls
I know what you've done
You try to rule our lives
You want to gain control
You use a son of God
To bring this hate
You blind us with his name
You treat us like a game
Your story is a shame on our end