Still your guilty heart.

It's the same every time,

You try to justify your

Crime.

Shame won't dissolve.

Even chemicals and sleep

Won't erase the memory.

Yes, I'm sure.

This is the one to carry us

All

Out of the fire of our soul

This is the truth.

We've got it for you

To give it to everyone you

Know.

Sad, make believe

It's a strange trait that I see,

Exchanging life for misery.

Here is the son.

Merciful this mystery,

Is a pardon from a king

(Garcia)