There are two paths of life
There are paths for the wicked
The damned
And paths for the Holy
The pure at heart
And while the church bells are ringing
While the demons are plotting
I can't help but thinking
Can't help not believing
In the heresy of the paths of life
If there were, but these two paths
I can't imagine that they would last
Cause I can't be the only one
In this world so Vast
Ignoble am I in their condescending eyes
Incognito I hide from their plans for my demise
Both sides want my soul
Both want me to die
If I must choose between them
How will I survive?
The folklores, the fairy tales, the stories
They tell
Of two different teams
From heaven and from hell
Their leaders are recondite
Their followers reprobate
Such intense cupidity
Makes them impossible to satiate
And we, the little people
The humans, we scream
For we are their prisoners
Trapped in between
