And still, you venerate what has brought you down; kneeling for salvationnStill waiting for someone to save yourself from HellnnStill waiting for holy answers from a human mouthnAnd only pain you harvestnYou harvest painnnDon't turn the other cheek to the man dressed in the white and covered in the people's bloodnnStill waiting for holy answers from a human mouthnAnd only pain you harvestnYou harvest fears and hate, your daily prayer, your daily sinnNow you can die free of guilt, free of guilt...