Dogma - Macbeth

Black rain falls on my skin

What can wash away our sin?

Would you die for a lie?

Never ask the reasons why

Cold wind blows on my face

Will this bring a new disgrace?

Would you die for a lie?

Never ask the reasons why

Symmetrical illusion, the mark of the divine intervention

Waiting for something that will never come

And their holy words burn inside my head

No light, no hope, no compromise!

What about faith?

Don’t mind

The fire in the eyes

Is all about faith just lies?

Pure visions in the skies