Eyes Of The Ibad

There's a woman on the corner, 
she's crying for her boy. 
She says the devil's in him and has taken him away, 
She's looking for absolution I hope she finds. 
On her dying day I hope that she finds that I'm wrong. There's a man on the corner screaming at passers-by. 
He says that we'll all burn unless we're bathed in the blood. 
I don't need your absolution, 
I've got my mind. And when my dying day comes I hope I find that I'm wrong.