(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)