..meets the good ole angel...

John Doe:

I decided to go on though it hurt me so

You lost your memory and I lost my soul

Was it good, was it bad, was it just the same

Through the past darkly, and we lost the game

I never realized how things really went

And where this angel is, and what she meant

She said we were in the land of metals

And we made the wrong decision and we found only death

The Angel:

World - you see - is in your eyes

You see the truth and you see the lies

How come is the world so bad?

It's up to you what you want to add

John Doe:

But you see, this poor friend, how is he now?

He's in the world of confusion - deep in the mud

How can you tell it's own fault what he did?

You made a yell of death and then he was hid

How can you tell it was right what you did?

You took us away from our normal trip

It makes no sense to come here to die

Is there sense at all, should I still try?

The Angel:

World - you see - is in your eyes

He will be well, he can feel his files

In this place on one can die

It's up to you, if you want to lie

John Doe:

(Everyday you want to survive)

We are poor, lost soldiers and we don't know how

We can pass this test we are in, now

We are living in the land of poverty

We don't even know if "I" am for "me"

You threw us there into this symphony

Or the two kinda metals, when I choose I'll see

If it's wrong I'll be dead, if it's right I'll be free

That's how I'm gonna pay for my destiny

The Angel:

Don't be scared, you see with you eyes

You see the truth and you see the lies

Go and take your friend with you

It's up to you if you want to move

Jone Doe:

Move, move

The Angel:

Move!