Could I be right?
    This is a fight
    We can't give up, we can't care
    About God
    About the Devil
    About the top, the bottom or the middle
    Weak to believe, weak to conceive
    A concept ‘cause it's comforting
    But you should've realized this in not your right
    It's more like a trial
    
    This is not your purpose
    This is not why you were born
    Sickening your devils
    Even worse…
    
    Coming alive, being contrived
    Two things that are separate, independent
    But you lied, tied it together
    Test it out on the future
    Picking of sides, product of your fight
    Now the planet divides
    
    This is not your purpose
    This is not why you were born
    Sickening your devils
    Even worse, your gods
    
    Go ahead and decide
    For everyone what the right thing is
    Just keep self-destruction
    Because you know just what is right
    
    Could I be right?
    This is a fight
    I can't give up, I must share
    About truth, it's fundamental
    And the only thing that's real
    
    This is not your purpose
    This is not why you were born
    Sickening your devils
    Even worse, your gods