My faith was stolen, my veins have been filled with vices and apathy.
Believing is a bliss.
Dogmas are cast in the stone of our deep self.

The ground is shaking, the sun is rising.
Our time is coming silent, I hear the sirens as I fall down.
Today I can’t rise, tomorrow I’ll be screaming.
I see your eyes whispering.
This is life in an iron lung.
Today I can’t rise.

My faith was stolen, my veins have been filled with vices and apathy.
Believing is a bliss.
Dogmas are cast in the stone of our deep self.

There’s no I without you,
the complementary of the self is all we have,
take my voice and cut my flesh.
Blood of my blood.
Hand in hand.
Someday we’ll understand and rise.
It’s now or never.
It’s now.
Our day is now.
We shall prevail.