It Is the Gods

it is the gods that weep over me do you believe or are you led to believe?
your excuse on a cross
a disgrace to your faith — a crooked cross
your lies are not for me but i’ll let your believe in what you want to believe
it is not wrong to have a true faith
but are you so blind that you can’t see pat your face
and i know what i know
i’ll choose for myself the path i shall go and you pray for me but i’ll let you believe in what you want to believe