Rain is falling on his shoulders
Memories haunting his head
Until his living is over
And he is among the dead
And every time he talks to the other side he tricks
The ones who sought for help on desperate times
Your money won’t be worth to free your soul
Now you will rot surrounded by your sins
From this day your curse will spread no more
The world will know you as a monster
Sun enlightens through the bars
Memories haunting his skin
Soon his living will be over
And he’ll be among the dead
And what was meant to be a miracle healer
Was a charlatan destroying peoples lives
Your money won’t be worth to free your soul
Now you will rot surrounded by your sins
From this day your curse will spread no more
The world will know you as a monster
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