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)