Из альбома: Beautiful Machine
Pray to your lonely gods
There's so many left to choose from
They all can't be wrong
Should take
You should take a breath
Because in the end your just the same as all the rest
And you're caught between the bible and the gun
When everybody claims their god's the one
One, The one, The one
One, The one
Break what is in your way
Nothing stands between us
Or nothing will remain
And you're caught between the bible and the gun
When everybody claims their god's the one
One, The one, The one [x2]
One, The one
What you feel is only real if it's written in your heart
The word's designed to keep us apart
When everybody claims their god's the one
One, The one, The one [x2]
One, The one
The One,
One, The one, The one [x3]