There's no pain in this world There's no science that rapes the soul There's no tear in the eyes of a man Disembodied is the thorn of existence
There aren't men that crucify men There aren't guns that kill children There aren't mothers' cries for the war There aren't stares closed behind a wall
Are you without a soul Mot believing is only a lie These wings are now real To rise again and reach the sky
In the final awakening
In this world there is no individuality On this path there's no reality In this world You're like a god Who cries for those in rivers of love
