When the night is falling and I am in my bed
Looking for a way to understand
Theories that speak to me about to the end

That put me against the wall

Then in a blink I´m in hell

And a slave of pain between laughter and tears
Says me "go to the heaven you might find
Someone who will tell you if this is real or a facade"


Tell me face to face
What do you want from me?

Forsake your hidden place and show me the way
Believe that your silence can be an answer?
Your silence is my sin


Many things are created to give meaning to life
Others are the tools that make you a puppet

And I wanna know if these theories are real
Or a petty way to justify the foolishness


Divine ideals are excuses to lead them to a "holy war"
Meanwhile these false leaders get rich by our blind... Faith


They get rich by our blind faith

And I wonder if I'm wrong

And this is just a mirage
Or I've seen, seen the image of a sad truth.


Divine ideals are excuses to lead them to a "holy war"
Meanwhile these false leaders get rich by our blind Faith


Chorus
They get rich by our blind faith...


Spoken
"They take advantage of your need for answers
To perpetuate this theater"


And I wonder if I'm wrong
And this is just a mirage

Or I've seen, seen the image of a sad truth.