To the lord or to the devil To whomever I served really well Give purpose to these unworthy & pure hands, Touch my unknowing soul and tell ; Which shall I inherit? Great life of profanity or blant righteous enternity
Is lifetime in this very soil the damnation? I live with trembling fear for every of my actions
With these lips I've sin With them I confessed, too My heart knows nothing within With my worthless words, I ask you.
Sometimes when I look at the ground And see it round I want to dig so that it's not there So that what's beneath it is revealed Is extracted and laid bare Sometimes when I look at the ground I want to know evermore so And in my desire I do not care
We are here, we are free Yet we can't be, a bird in a tree Free of worries, full of Glee At the world beneath thee For though we are free, We still can't be what we want to be
You all have a little bit of "I want to save the world", in you I just want you to know That it's okay if you only save one person And it's okay if that person Is you
