Forty one ways to die

One strong will to live

World's gone all awry

Faith is the battlefield



Tender, I feel

And the wheels turn

To fortify a design of free will



Forty one ways to die

One strong pain to feel

Strapped to a suicide

With just one more place to be



Tender, I feel

And the wheels turn

To fortify a design of free will



We test, we form, we fear, we tilt

We strive, we fall, we want, we kill

And we hail, and we doubt

And with all waisted

We heal, and we call

We atone kneeled here

And will stray fortified

In a windfall