Hand built by echoes of the centuries
 From steps of [bad word] and divine
 To gates of heresy and blasphemy
 I've made my way

 I am confusion
 I have no place for redemption
 From pure to all hollow
 You have made my way

 How will I know what's right or wrong

 Guide me to live throught (these) illusions
 Through times of lies and deceit
 How will I ever be like you made me?
 You have made your way

 Some day I will be free
 Some day, some day
 Some say [bad word] for me
 Some say, some day

 Wake up from your dream