Fear of the open doors
Fear of the smiling people
anybody here is a traitor
and anyone is a liar
behind the cross...can't see the truth
crucifixion casts its shadow on you
blood spills here every day
with connivance of the Holy Father
we are nobody to each other
no one can be bothered
when they knocked on the door
hoping for help
he turned away from them
treated them like spawns
and now every day feels disapproving look
knowing that he must pay his dues
pay his dues
You'll burn for this-
Carved on the wall
You'll burn for this
hear a whisper, someone's call
Don't be afraid of the dead
Fear the living,
who shuts the door in front of you
when you beg for the safe place
crowd never changes, it is always the same
burning witches, praising the kings
Then spiting in their faces
Let the Holy Father feed his flock
which he betrays
when they ask for the shelter
and he closes the door in front of them
here's invisible sign on the door -
"do not bother me
I'm not doing anything for free"
the sound of coins gives absolution
this sound of coins will clear us all
but still he feels this disapproving look
knowing that he must pay his dues
You'll burn for this-
Carved on the wall
You'll burn for this
hear a whisper, someone's call
Don't be afraid of the dead
Fear the living,
who shuts the door in front of you
when you beg for the safe place
