I’m blinded by the separate difference because you are holding my hope at hostage

A dagger or a crucifix – this is the blood of Eden and Peter Gabriel sings it oh so suggestively

My veins are bleeding and I just want to decipher between – have I been good only to result in bad

You need to make up your stereotypically religious mind

These men and women do not know which way to go anymore, for they whisper, shaken inside by mild mannered, preposterously Arcadia priests

Yes, they don’t take credit.. Only gold
And they know it