You could be pure
You could believe
You could behave
You could be saved
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my cure
You’ll be my crime
You could be mine
Everything I feel just turns on me
Again and again ‘til I can’t see
Everything you sought you found
But I see people, people looking down
Pointed fingers, pointless lives
All points lead to empty lies
Empty hands, the dirty deeds
It all comes down to just one thing ...
... I don’t believe
Whenever I feel this thing inside
Forbidden, forgiven, forever denied
I must have somehow dreamed
Of all the things I’ve never seen
All the words left unsaid
I never quite took into my head
All the things that lie undone
Like petals forever falling ...
... On this gun
Be pure
You can believe
You can behave
You can be saved
You’ll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my crime
You will be mine
All the time I tried to breathe
It all turned into make believe
One confusion, one confession
One more lie, one more lesson
Complicity, stupidity
The bile in my hypocrisy
The broken low morality
The sentimental strategy
Be pure
You can believe
You can behave
You can be saved
You’ll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my crime
You will be mine
Be pure
Be vigilant
Behave
Be pure
You can believe
You can behave
You can be saved
You’ll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my crime
You will be mine
Be pure
You can believe
You can behave
You can be saved
You’ll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my crime
You will be mine
Be pure
Be pure
Be vigilant
Behave
Be mine