I committed no evil
I did nothing wrong. But still
I am sentenced, so what have
I done?
I gave them a cause; a vision to see
An alternate future; a reason to be
I committed no evil;
I did nothing good
I gave them a reason; they misunderstood
Apart from illusions, distant from shame
Far from confusion, and absent from pain

Hate is my sister;
Love is my whore
I stand on the mountain
And pray for the War

I committed no treason;
I conducted no sins
Lust is the father of so many things
The mission I had
Was to make them believe
So much can be done
When flesh is deceived
Absorbed by compulsions, manifested in dreams
Our senses entrapment, confined and released
Apart from illusions, distant from tears
Far from submission and absent from fears
The mission
I had, was to waken the world
But compliance is golden, in the mind of the herd

Pain is the father;
Love is in vain
I stand on the mountain, conceived and insane
Lust is my sister, my muse and my whore
I stand on the mountain
And pray for the War