...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...