Holding heard on to the wings of the angel,
so afraid to let loose
And we have kept our hands over the eyes,
so afraid to take sides
But now when the dark age has come,
maybe we will see through the storm
Through the lies and the world of grey,
all these lies
So come with me through the storm,
see the other side of common sence
We can no longer deny the truth,
how horrible it may seem