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