Where will we go when we're all dead?

Drifting dreams many decades fled

Encrusted flesh and towers falling

No one can hear the real God calling

Because like him they never existed

They couldn't face the truth and just resisted

Taken to desperate praise instead of action

Judging each other through unguided passion

Shedding the innocent blood,

a blinded slaughter

Killing innocents,

mutilating my hypothetical majestic daughter

Everyone suffers,

no one cares,

we're a selfish race

Only reflecting when it's our turn to be judged

And receive the invisible grace