(Obsessed with exercise of power)

The sound of soul

Sad but real

The blood is salt

The salt is impartial

Shame on you

The blind eyes drives

Abhor yourself

The time is on your side

Nothing make us so lonely as our secrets

The mind on the rhythm of the wishes

Life is a constant trade

So you need to choose

Do Wrong is great

But it's hard to regret

Its easy to find the pain

Living normally

We are so young

The time is on our side

Nothing make us so lonely as our secrets

The mind on the rhythm of the wishes

Let them dominate the situation

They can and are better than you

The life sound's overshadowed for matter

Let them, let them, let them

They Can, They Are, Let them

(Claimed that he was himself God)

(Required everyone to call him either "Father" or "Dad")

(Proclaimed himself as the messiah of the Peoples Temple)