With souls on fire, they shall surrender peace
But blood still flows from the eyes of martyrs
In light of hatred, we now know our purpose
Dear God, what is this? What is it that you've done?
These moments, forgotten shall disappear
It's not a menu from which to pick and choose:
For God, for marriage, for life but fuck the poor?
And I wont lose hope that one day I'll believe
But until then I'll be the cynic
Then again I could be in the wrong but I guess that's what faith is
I know there's still hope that compassion will rise again
This faith burns in their eyes and blood still flows from my wounds
I fail to find the faith despite what I wish for
With souls on fire, they shall surrender peace
But blood still flows from the eyes of martyrs
Entrenched, they suffer from the things that they hide from
They seek salvation which they will never find
For the lost, for the poor, for the disregarded
For the souls, for the faith of the broken-hearted