This heart don't count on the wicked. These hands don't fight at all. This mind don't do what it's told to. These eyes don't cry at all. Don't cry at all.
A devil in a midnight mass. He prayed behind stained glass. A memory of Sunday class. Resurrected from the past. . Hold your breath and count to four.
Living underneath the land of sorrow. I can hear the bombs reign down. And how do I explain there's no tomorrow. I can hardly make a sound. . Dead Silence! A fate we can't escape.