Текст: Craig's Brother. Other. The Problem Of Evil.

Desperate times require desperate means, desperate men take desperate measures
You and I were never enemies, but our hearts held different treasures
You were fraught with rules you wouldn't break, but ideals have hefty prices
Some of us can't stand beneath the wake in this world of compromises
I can't give you what you're after

The paradox of sin
The problem of evil
The antidote to suffering
The answer to pain

Back and forth in culpability, human beings are desperate creatures
Who can answer questions such as these in light of such distorted features?

Oh, I can't give you what you're after
No, I can't give you any answers

The paradox of sin (I can't resolve)
The problem of evil (I can't provide)
The antidote to suffering (I can't explain)
The answer to pain

Despite our differences, we're both united
In the throes of our maculate existence, we're both indicted
We all found innocence so unexciting
The allure of a cheap experience seem so inviting

The paradox of sin (I can't explain)
The problem of evil
The antidote to suffering
The answer to pain

The paradox of sin (I can't resolve)
The problem of evil (I can't provide)
The antidote to suffering (I can't explain)
An explanation for the flaw of the problem of evil