Dreaming in hysteria - Outro poem lyrics

(iggy) Is there a god? is there a thought i can think worthy enough of him to answer is there a prayer i can prepare when my mind is bare for him to even care do all the souls we sold to demons get repaid with the faith we were taught to buy did all the candles we came to light fall and fill the gaps within our lives or does it voyage along with its coins and adds to the flames below for those who rot do heavens gates lie on the other side of violent docks can all who claim to feel pain for saying one word in vain cross the rough and sinful sea or are we locked inside a box amongst every other forgotten hope we've got is there a god what is it, and what is it not do all these flocks and stocks have a way to go or are they lost do those who hurt even get a shot do those who get shot heal when the bleeding stops is every raindrop a tear and if so are the angels ridden in fear is yourself and your holy son the only thing you hear because I've screamed and cried and u never lent an ear so when you broke the hopeless towns because we didn't act like you had planned did you k** your sons and daughters using a bow or spear why did you make us so the same but yet different to our unearthly brothers? i dreamt a dream so wonderful it would be a sin to dream again i saw the bleeding men take refuge in the demons den i dreamt of a time before the time that we began yet the time i dreamt was not the past nor present nor the future that i see condemned it was a time without a time with all the time to enjoy the leisures then you could write without the need of pen the most beautiful words without the need of sense where lambs and lions lived along without the need of dens i was a man who could not speak to men a man who didn't want to see the men, or wasn't able i saw the nameless angels bathe in babel and every flame that came from cradles gave the same glow as the brave soul sitting next to them i saw a world that refrained from chains and labels freedom was put back on the table and every saint that came to feast shared and gave away their halo i dreamt a world where satan had repented and god had saved the crazed demented every corner of the world was scented with the sweet silhouette of the sound of same that seduced and saluted from the shadows i dreamt a dream where everything was fixed and clean a dream that couldn't happen in the world of the woken as long as there was emotion behind every word thats spoken.