feel the weight of lost souls like no steel could ever hold;
I feel the weakness of all the strong hearts
As they fall into the dark.
I cannot dispel this raging storm of agony and flame
I cannot seek a numbing relief for my soul-madness and pain
Instead i beseech in twisted tongues for those who breathe with shallow lungs
I gouge the tears from my own eyes
And remember, with peace, why He came and died.