It is the moment of creation

A different level of incarnation

The second pumping in my breast

At the end of our darkest quest

No matter how paranoid you are

You're moving through the soeme

It's so bizzare



God, God raises the dead

And if he needs my help he's calling

He's calling me



If you're dealing with the devil's dance

A prayer for me, one more chance

A silent weapon for a quiet war

Knocks us down, even to the core