In one condescending future
I feel that we die more than we thrive
And in the darkness
I search for a light
But the only thing I find
Are angels bearing broken wings
My mind becomes blank with confusion
A new "truth" is one new illusion
And the spirits of man made thieves
Steal what's left of my memories...
Give me a light
That I can always cling to
With no confusion, no pain, no illusions...
My dear Savior
I hope that you'll hear this final prayer
Reform this world that we all share
And let it become a heaven that has no end...