Redemptor: One by one little ones
Children: Faith prisioners
Redemptor: One by one marching one
Children: Faith prisioners

I can say
Solitude is a wonderful thing
It allows a man to be with himself
Preventing others of being with him
No man can ever be sure
When he's alone
He's a thinking creature
And everyone else
I’s a fucking machine
Who pretends to themselves
That they feel and think
Wipe out our sins
But I carry no blame!
Wipe out our sins
But I carry no blame
Punish us for our faults
Pure and unconscious

Sanctuary
This is a damned lie
No redemption
What doors hide behind?
Live to suffer
Surviving in this place
There’s some meaning
Some meaning in suffering

Hostages of this blessed lie
There is no crime there is no reason
Forbidden doors, torture zone
Hard to find, easy to get lost
When holy men are behind doors
Blood runs down the floor
I confess my sins
But I take no blame
Sacred hypocrisy

Sanctuary
This is a damned lie
No redemption
What doors hide behind?
To live is to suffer
Surviving in this place
There’s some meaning
Some meaning In suffering