The Hero, The Saint, The Tyrant & The Terrorist

I’ve been told I’m evil

Born into this world of sin

From the day I left my mother's womb

And I’ve been told that I’ve fallen

That my nature is untrue

They said: You need our God’s forgiveness, son

Or you’ll burn in hell with everyone, oh

I kindly asked them why

I may have caught them by surprise, but

I know they’ll think of something

I know they’ll think of something

They always think of something

They always think of something

You can feel it in your soul

What no one ever knows, 'cause

We'll always think of something

We'll always think of something

You'll always think of something

You'll always think of something

I will sit and wonder

At the feet of mountains high

I will breathe the air that fills the sky

But they got all of the answers

To the questions I don’t ask

Blind faith is blind, it's all the same

It can justify the cruelest claims, oh

Well I kindly asked them why

I must have caught them by surprise but

I know they'll think of something

I know they'll think of something

They always think of something

I know they'll think of something

You can feel it in your soul

What no one ever knows, well

We'll always think of something

We'll always think of something

You'll always think of something

Always think of something

What can you know, oh

Lost in adoration

We could be a monster

Crudest of the creatures

Divided by the light somebody else was drawing

We never thought to question

We never thought, oh

The heroes and the saints

The tyrants and the terrorists

Depends on who you’re asking

I wonder who you’re asking

Depends on who you're asking

I wonder who you're asking

You can feel it in your soul

What no one ever knows, well

You know we’ll think of something

We always think of something

You know we'll think of something

We always think of something

What can we know, oh