(Oh me of little faith)
Offer nothing to believers,
but words.
Whether the hand of God,
or the work of the Devil.
The burden is upon my shoulders.
The burden...
(All these words whispered in my ears)
Nothing is sacred for we are all sheep
(All these words whispered in the air)
I'm not the shepherd by any means,
I'm merely the man with the schematics
for building the bridge.
Sacrificed by my hands.
The burden is upon my shoulders.
It's on my shoulders.