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