Born with eyes
   But they are not to see
   Living on your knees
   Choking on your spiritual agony
   Follow the traces of blood
   Throughout the past centuries
   You choose not to see
   Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame
  
   You strive for perfection
   But you don't have the tools
   Human weakness embodied
   Fodder for fools
   Feeding the fear of life itself
   Over and over again
   And choose not to see
  
   Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame
  
   So you're the saint and I'm the sinner?
   You will never understand
   You're the saint and I'm the sinner
   No - you will never understand
  
   Born with eyes
   But they are not to see
   Living on your knees
   Choking on your spiritual agony
   Follow the traces of blood
   Throughout the past centuries
   You choose not to see
   Bow down and worship me at the altar of shame