Through the years of madness through the years of shame
There's only one thing that remains our need for survival
Our need for the game to much advantage for all the faceless names

May the heavens open?

On wings of sorrow I survey the loss I'm coming back now with
A wounded heart but the angels saw me they heard my cries
They pray for all the millions that have died we crave redemption
We crave remorse for the devastation and the end to take it's course

May the heavens open?
To rebuild the ruins

Between the lies and manipulation the profits and the gains
The pointing of the finger but no one takes the blame

May the heavens open?
May the heavens shed?
In the middle of madness in a world of shame