This is out of control It's not a matter of faith This is not propaganda Or some kind of morality Behold your questions It's all in the freedom of thought I see in you what I am not And never will be You can rip off my eyes And even if you want to kill me You'll never have my prostration I would never tell you that you're right But I'm sure that you love to obey Your weakness is masked by the illusion of a strength Your eyes only see the ones who don't believe Proud to be your enemy Your weakness is masked by the illusion of a strength Your eyes cannot see, my horizon is crystal clear