Sins Of The World — Balance Of Power

Do you feel any fever any changes at all In your truth a deceiver Stranded and desperately cold

Branded the enemy, loosing the dignity Bring on the effigy Bring on the puppet to bear the load Carry the load

If hope is your savior when destiny calls Who will be braver you or the puppet Saver of souls drowning in dangerous echo-less holes If hope is your savior and faith is your friend Then charity's hiding again

Bathing in sympathy praising the apathy Bring on the effigy Bring on the puppet to bear the load

Speak of the brave Then they will come Only to bathe in the warmth Of the Sun Speak of the just Then it is done Someone will pray for The sins of the world