I still have scars from the Spanish Inquisition
I fought just wars, without mercy, without question
Led armies in Atlantis, and fled to London, England
To escape persecution in the fight for abolition
The more things stay the same they change
But I didn't choose to lose this crazy game
Why O Why can't the world be more enlightened
When O When will we end this senseless pain
The more I try to defy the vicious cycle
The more I strive, I'm only caught in it again
And again
Born again
And again, and again, and again . . .
I was burned at the stake with Joan of Arc
I dug my own grave in the Second World War
I suffered without suffrage, reframed the Constitution
Gave up a throne, to inflame a Revolution
This world can't hold my soul in chains
I didn't choose to play this losing game
Why O Why can't the world be more enlightened
When O When will we end this senseless pain
I live and die to defy the vicious cycle
Until that time, I'm only born in it again
And again
Born again
And again, and again, and again . . .
I split the atom, and rebuilt the bomb
Set fire to my body in the streets of Viet Nam
I bit into the apple, and fought with Socrates
Broke the Ten Commandments, and parted the Red Sea
I lived the life
of Jesus Christ
Sent by God to
End the sacrifice
Now I know a peace of mind that's so enlightened
I weep for joy, I feel no pain
When I die, I rise above the vicious cycle
Alive in Christ, I am borne from it again
And again
Borne again
And again, and again, and again . . . .