"Father hold me tight, Mother don't you cry, in this
masquerade of silk and gold, there's no one else to
What I can't touch or see; is not real, Do I have to
put my hand in his wound to believe?
Blue skies will provide shelter to both the clean and
the mean; the powerful and the rich will be honored,
forgetting all their sins; Society will build a new
God, covered with green.
No angel will bring the sword and no evil will be
crowned, the circle is closed, but the question still
belongs... am I alone?"