Alone I lie on my bed surrounded by night
I no longer sleep at night
For each time I try to close my eyes
I see twisted vivid images of angels burning
Screaming my name, screaming in vain
Their voices slowly fading into oblivion
Like my subconscious, like my life
We are puppets in this apocalyptic carnage
Each time I breathe
100 people die from pollution
Each time I eat
1000 people die from hunger and suffering
child tears and religious lunacy fills my head
taking it almost to the limit of pressure
should I let it out, should I let them win
in the big end it matters not
everyone must die and parish
so what difference should I make
one human caught in all this madness and self-delusion
I see how the youths life is slowing spilling away from them
So I ask you now, within the eye of the storm
Did I let you down
Am I to be forgiven
Did I laugh when I should cry
Smile when I should be I grief
Look away when I should help
No ocean can hold my tears
No storm can control my mind
No world will ever bring me down
YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME