He see's a six and you a one,
Black and white without a gray,
In the battlefield he carries a gun,
You will be slaughtered in the light of day.
Two faces of a black die,
Claim the angel of the orthodox,
Your vision is of a grand salvation,
His word from from the bearded man,
You accuse me of being blind,
Tell me to open my eyes,
I look around and from every angle,
I see red.
The bracelet says life is to serve,
The fat man says life is to live,
Suffer now and get what you deserve,
Indulge yourself and be afraid to give.
Four crosses on the garden lawn,
Each chained behind a golden tree,
Shining bright, but not too far,
Claim they are from the darkness,
I stand on the balcony,
Everything is dark from up here.