and they live! and they think they’re so pure and so deep;
and they believe they’re so just and so free;
and they see all their sins mirrored in me
do they have the right to throw the stone at me?
and they die! and they see all they’ve believed in was a lie;
that there’s no kingdom of heaven there up-high,
no long-lost friends waiting for them in the sky
only friend is the cold tomb where they lie!
and they go! and they turn into dust, silent and slow;
and where their souls will wander and roam no one will know;
and it is there, where they’ve once fallen, that others will grow
and it all repeats just the same, on and on!…