Moriaty - Esperanza

You put your dukes up now
Before you question the when and the how
Strange sensation that you're fighting for truth
But the truths you choose are scattered and lose
And every single theism fears the cloved hoof
So they devour their young? Does this make them uncouth?
And your preachers molest to protect your interests
And express on young chests what God chose to repress


Soy esperanza
Soy el miedo
Soy la tristesse
Soy la tristesse
Soy esperanza
Soy el miedo
Soy la tristesse


I died last Saturday night
On the dance floor
Told my catholic wife
Just what I saw
There was no white light
No sight for sore eyes
She don't love me no more