All the children that we used to know
Holding knives at their wrists and their throats
"Holy Savior, can You still be found?"
Is there hope for the human race
Left to be found

Human passion is all we can taste
So much energy going to waste
Haunted lives by our own set of rules
Into the fire of worldly pride and desire

Mad At The World
You're seeing something besides
What the Creator purposed
I know that it's wrong
Cause the hatred's so strong
I can't help but see
That its phony and it's not for me