I can't keep from mourning for this topsy-turvy world
With all its strife and pain
Mourning for the lost and the desperate
children
Who can't remember their names

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the devil laughing
And its ringing in my ears

Long ago He chose us to inherit all His kingdom
And we were blessed with light
But wandering away we disobeyed Him
in the garden
And stumbled into night

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the angel sweeping
And it's ringing in my ears

We are all like foolish puppets who desiring to be kings
Now lie pitifully crippled after cutting our own strings

But God said I’ll forgive you I will face you Man to man
And win your love again
Oh how could there be possibly a greater gift of love
Than dying for a friend

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the devil laughing
And it's ringing in my ears

We are all like foolish puppets who
desiring to be kings
Now lie pitifully crippled after cutting our own strings

Cutting our own strings
Cutting our own strings
Cutting our own strings