The Hero, The Saint, The Tyrant & The TerroristThe Reign Of KindoIve been told Im evilBorn into this world of sinFrom the day I left my mothers wombIve been told Im fallenThat my nature is untrueThey said you need our Gods forgiveness son,Or youll burn in hell with everyoneI kindly asked them whyI may have caught them by surprise but,I know theyll think of somethingThey always think of somethingYou can feel it in your soulWhat no one ever knowswe always think of somethingyou always think of somethingI will sit and wonderAt the feet of mountains highI will breathe the air that fills the skyTheyve got all of the answersTo the questions I dont askBlind faith is blindness all the sameIt can justify the cruelest claimsI kindly asked them whyI may have caught them by surprise but,I know theyll think of somethingThey always think of somethingYou can feel it in your soulWhat no one ever knowsBut we always think of somethingThey always think of somethingWe always think of somethingWhat can they know?Lost in adorationWe could be a monster,Crudest of the creaturesDivided by the line somebody else was drawing,We never thought to question,We never thoughtThe heroes and the saints,The tyrants and the terroristsdepends on who youre askingI wonder who youre asking, Im wonderingYou can feel it in your soulWhat no one ever knowsBut you know well think of somethingWe always think of somethingWhat can we know?