But then they lie
Conscience to rest
With western eyes
Faithless greeds consolidating
They have values of a certain taste
I feel so cold
On hookers and gin
We lay our own
Yes, I'm breaking
And then they dare to be
Hidden heroes candidly
At the scenes just like you
Turning to dishonesty
At the view
Yes, I'm breaking
And serpent's breath
At the view
With western eyes
The innocent they can hardly wait
Conscience to rest
At the scenes just like you
But I'm aching
So I'm aching
And serpent's breath
They lay their own
Holding down sweet charity
To crucify invalidating