He doesn't charge any fees for his service
Free-will confessions often, they are made to him
Put up your arms, try to feel the uncertainty
The very thought of everything is something real

But when it hits the floor
On someone else's door
You can't deny
He can guide you where to go
Returning back the blessing flow
With open eyes
That makes the soul come back to life
Into a peaceful environment

With no pain

He doesn't charge any fees for his service
Free-will confessions often, they are made to him
Sinful and rude, nothing to prove
Let it breath, open up, let it fall, let it scar

But when it hits the floor
On someone else's door
You can't deny
He can guide you where to go
Returning back the blessing flow
With open eyes
That makes the soul come back to life
Into a peaceful environment

With no pain

But when it hits the floor
On someone else's door
You can't deny
He can guide you where to go
Returning back the blessing flow
With no pain
Pain

With no pain