Dear passengers

Once more to see the damage done to a beating heart
corrupted by the sickness we call reality

Once more to ask ourselves if there's an afterlife
or hell is this domain for the ones who remain

Then one day, some may choose to leave here,
longing for a peace they simply cannot find on our side
too fragile, dreaming souls get broken
meaningless to keep them away from their own sacrifice

If a god does exist
and created the man in his own image
he is the cruelest of beasts
feasting on the weak among the savage

this world belongs to the violent
this world belongs to the cruel
all of the gentle, all of the pure hearts
they do belong to the fools

once more to see the damage done by indifference
to people being afraid of feeling what they feel
once more to find ourselves just trying to exorcise
the guilt of the survivor, will we ever care?

Then one day, some may choose to leave here,
longing for a peace they simply cannot find on our side
too fragile, dreaming souls get broken
meaningless to keep them away from their own sacrifice

ours is not to argue, cursed to stay here
ours is not to question the reason why

Then one day, some may choose to leave here,
longing for a peace they simply cannot find on our side
too fragile, dreaming souls get broken
meaningless to keep them away from their own sacrifice