The Dictionaries Of The Pope Paroles

no I don't know
who would fight all the burning around
when the iron curtain in our mind is down
I don't know
no I don't know
One strange morning we'll be wide awake
when it's up to us to show the give and take
The golden cage of blinded youth
the crucifiers of the truth
that's aching
the way that power lives on fears
an avalanche of blood and tears
that's aching
Deep down on the ground of the soul
ain't there something left to recall
I don't know
no I don't know
still we do believe in scary tales
even though we know the ending falls
I don't know the writing of the words above
that's aching
the lulabies of faking hope
the dictionaries of the pope
are aching
The search the tears
the dreams and fears
the swords the blood
the storm the flood
the emptiness within our soul
will overtake and finally
break us all