(Radio plays)

I gave you the land and yet you set fire to it.
I gave you the sea and yet you left it undiscovered.
I gave you the sky and yet you are too sore to soar.
I gave you the peace and yet you sold it piece by piece.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My beacon of inner light has short circuited.
Casted away on war torn waves, an empty vessel I display.
Yeah uh-huh, the beauty of life just laid to waste.
God’s forgiveness was never asked for anyways.
Soul by soul, purgatory’s trip was a Buick stuck on the freeway.