All these judging philosophies does that make me a Pharisee? Oh how I take the bribe and kiss the martyr hello then goodbye Or maybe I am just the one who aspires to be the one true friend but then I stab you in the back three times in the end Terrified of "Who am I?" (with all I am inside) I push away all the lies there will be love in time Casting lots without reason, am I right or is this treason? As the innocent dies the mocking crowd arrives Am I the Father, the mother, the brother? More likely a cynic no other Even if I wash my hands of this the facts still exist Terrified of "Who am I?" (with all I am inside) I push away all the lies there will be love in time There will be love in time but who are you when you read the lines? There will be love in time but who are you in the story of life? Make no, make no mistake, we are, we are all, we are all the same Make no, make no mistake, we are, we are all, we are all the same