It´s six o´clock in the morning
I´m washing their dirty secrets away
Today I´m wipping the church chairs
*And then I look up and see
Our Christ hanging up on the cross
There´s no anger in his lock
There´s no repression in his hands
He look at me filled with mercy
Then tell me why so many people
Fight against the words he said one day?*
*They sell him us packed up in a lie
His message was quite different from this*1
I´m burning to touch your skin
Sister Mary call it a sin
Honey but I can´t fight this desire
It´s so big and insatiable when you´re around
I wanna runaway with you again
And reach the hell with our hands again
*Chorus 1
I was punished for answering out of time
I´m sitting in front of the wall
Dry tears on my cheeks
They cut my hair up and told me
I´m a sinner…
Maybe I went too far
Cause when they were careles
I´ve set fire to the whole Church
Now I allow you to call me SINNER
*Chorus
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