What heals our snow-blind weary eyes
When all stars are slain by fiery skies
And every word upon your spiraling cross
Is but a misled sun, a bitter loss
Inject us out of here
All I asked for was a little love
But from my hands flew the maiden dove
While clouds like cotton snowwhite sheep
Still calm beside their shepherd sleep
Inject us out of here

Life Less
Depreived
Lifeless
In Hatred