Lonesome mother
Pleading through a barrel
Smothered child
Protect this illusion
Protect me from my soul
Perfection dies
Perfection dies
Prayers descend
Dreams come to an end
When hope looks down on me
You'll like what it sees
Protect me from my soul
When perfection dies
Our failed heaven
Will rise
Who answers when the
Godless call?
Time's fated song
Compels us to go on