All the children that we used to know, holding knives at their wrists and their throats,
Holy Saviour can you still be found?
Is there hope for the human race left to be found?
Human passion is all we can taste,
So much energy going to waste,
Haunted lives, by our own set of rules,
Into the fire of worldly pride and desire.
Mad at the world,
You're seeing something besides what the creator purposed,
I know that it's wrong 'cause the hatred's so strong,
I can't help but see; that's phony and it's not for me,
Mad at the world,
You're seeing something besides what the creator purposed,
I know that it's wrong 'cause the hatred's so strong,
I can't help but see; that's phony and it's not for me.
Mad at the world,
You're seeing something besides what the creator purposed,
I know that it's wrong 'cause the hatred's so strong,
I can't help but see; that's phony and it's not for me,
Mad at the world,
You're seeing something besides what the creator purposed,
I know that it's wrong 'cause the hatred's so strong,
I can't help but see; that's phony and it's not for me.
