I believe there is nothing that can save this world we're in Still we proceed, but won't succeed When trying to alleviate our sins, we must concede And realize that's the way it is and so shall stay Until we close our eyes and end our days What did the maker have in mind when hand held clay? And did he know we'd throw it all away? Who are we and do we know just where our purpose lies? Our eyes are blind By his design temptation takes a hold of weaker minds Damned for all time We compromise our values for a momentary gain To compensate for our internal pain What do we need to do to reach a higher plane? Or are we doomed to live a life insane? When will it end? When will we see the error of our ways? Will we descend when we reach the end of days? So far away, from where subconscious minds would choose to be Why can't we see? All we fear, in our own image in another's eyes The mirror lies This soul has died, a sacrificial rite to be reborn Upon this sight the lesser blessed will mourn But they are blind to the ones whose hearts are torn The sinner's deeds will bear the makers scorn Free my soul Take the pain Release me from these chains so I can live again Hear the call He awaits I see the fallen one beyond infernal gates