Come, query me Father,
To you I will not lie,
Cast created illusion but a bother
For your sake I’d rather die;

In your eyes I see clouds
All your thoughts misted in fear
Though your heart, thought shrouds
You never seem to spare a tear

If all hell keeps hold
Of beauty and seduction
Keep me far at hand
Pride leads my step, slick and bold
Hands pull away bricks of destruction
And I am alone.