All my life I have thought
That all my good traits I have bought
With all the money I have earned
From all the battles I have fought
For instance I have seen
What an ungrateful moron I have been
The holy light could not shine trough
The thick wall of my entire being
But light was stronger after all
Walls could only run and fall
Emerged with ashes I have known
That people are, in fact, so small
All our lives we just crawl
Even though we think that we're tall
Hearts are burnt with the fire of lust
So our only hope is waiting for his call
