Call it what you will...
A misunderstanding between me and God,
The infantile misadventures of a damned soul.
Where did you come from?
I canít fathom a guise like that.
Your soul is like glass,
Because even with my eyes closed I can see right through you.
How can I revive your wasted breath?
Youíve placed your trust to carelessly.
Who am I to save you?
I canít even save myself.
Because when youíre dead,
Youíre dead for a long time.