In the face of grave defeat
 
 Are heard cries for mercy
 
 No barrier of self control
 
 No innocent composure
 
 Abusing love and, like a child,
 
 Inflicting pain upon itself
 
 When the calling finally comes
 
 Will there be no one waiting?
 
  
  In blind despair taken in
 
 By any glimpse of freedom
 
 Sell your soul to buy some time
 
 Infect all your longings
 
 The thought that God has taken sides
 
 On the path to breaking down
 
 Disconnected but not alone
 
 Scream to the tune of the background noise
  
 
 Endless thoughts of what is wrong
 
 Arrive at no conclusion
 
 On the floor still nursing wounds
 
 No sense of self to speak of
 
 The though that God has taken sides
 
 On the path of breaking down
 
 Disconnected but not alone
 
 Scream to the tune of the background noise
  
 
 When does enough become enough?
 
 When does "no" have meaning?