Put ideas inside my head. If you weren't here to think for me, I think that I'd be dead. I wish I wasn't told how to live my life, but if you weren't here, who would eat me from the insides? Ripping me apart like so many other mindless slaves, looking for more souls to save. All you need is a reason to destroy me. If I think for myself it's heresy. Why don't you nail me to your sacred cross? You can make up for your angels loss. You're mad because you've lost control, You're mad because I've lost my soul. I've lost my faith and trust in you. I see that creating pains is all you do. I'm not the one who's lost his way. I'm not one to listen to what you have to say. I kneel not unto you, and to no one I pray.