I'll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati when
St. Michael sized means find an end to justify / a
belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace too
beautiful to change or perhaps too scared the truth
behind our lives will be erased / a crusader begging
for a crusade in which to die where lead locusts pierce
the heart of men & tie the tongues of those who lie /
cut the sinner bleed redemption through the city
street that's resonate in prayers of this never should
be / someone plunged a dagger deep into god's chest
when he groaned it laid our entire civilization to
rest / when he pulled out the dagger and marveled at
the pain he could create we stuck another in his back
to seal creation's fate / now we turn from wealth in
the height of all our poverty / a call that renders me
ageless turning the pages of a belief that's greater
than us all / amen to the fools and the cossacks and
the pulpits / amen to the people who think there's
still a way to help us