Life is granted by an unforseen force
We are but molecules in motion and nothing more?
Survival of the fittest is a dark tale
Sending my generation to the depths of hell
Inventors of evil and the secrets of men
Worthy of misery, worth of death
The pages of the old teach
That the treasures of heaven are filth of the earth
I will not turn my eyes
I will not ignore their cries
(We have turned sanctity of life
Into a septic tank of living)
Oh wretched animals' this is terror,
This is darkness, this is the human heart
Set me apart because when rejection leads to oppression,
I proclaim in the loudest
And the chambers that execute them
Orphans come home
Life is granted by an unforseen force
We are but molecules in motion and nothing more?
Survival of the fittest is a dark tale
Sending my generation to the depths of hell
Through the tears I see the beauty of you
The night is over the morning is dawning
The pages of the old teach
That the treasures of heaven are filth of the earth
I will not turn my eyes
I will not ignore their cries
Orphans come home
The Kingdom is yours
Orphans come home
