The Hero, the Saint, the Tyrant & the Terrorist

I’ve been told I’m evil
Born into this world of sin
From the day I left my mothers womb
I’ve been told I’m fallen
That my nature is untrue
They said “you need our God’s forgiveness son,
Or you’ll burn in hell with everyone…”
I kindly asked them why
I may have caught them by surprise but,
I know they’ll think of something
They always think of something
You can feel it in your soul
What no one ever knows
we always think of something
you always think of something
I will sit and wonder
At the feet of mountains high
I will breathe the air that fills the sky
They’ve got all of the answers
To the questions I don’t ask
Blind faith is blindness all the same
It can justify the cruelest claims
I kindly asked them why
I may have caught them by surprise but,
I know they’ll think of something
They always think of something
You can feel it in your soul
What no one ever knows
But we always think of something
They always think of something
We always think of something
What can they know?
Lost in adoration
We could be a monster,
Crudest of the creatures
Divided by the line somebody else was drawing,
We never thought to question,
We never thought
The heroes and the saints,
The tyrants and the terrorists
depends on who you’re asking
I wonder who you’re asking, I’m wondering
You can feel it in your soul
What no one ever knows
But you know we’ll think of something
We always think of something
What can we know?