...We have
harbored the hate to save us
from the threats of sadness
Rumors have spread faster than
the angels have bled out
But it's what we've always wanted
It's what feeds the reason to go on
though we know we
are
stuck
Strength, our strength, it seems a
lollipop in the mouth of the
Devil, burning blasphemy
with the truth to mix with the
confusion and chaos
and we wondered why
the golden calf has grown
into something that haunts our
pride, our faith
So
in despair, witnessed by the pale dots
that riddled the black sky
we search for the one thing that
will keep us
saved...