Taste of his pain rising slow from the counter Smell of his memory now lost in his gaze Test of his life as a prayer not a martyr Young man he was now a mark on the door Hail the light, the light of his idols Like the one like another before He stumbled for truth He stumbled through blindness The young man he was is now dead on the floor Screaming lies out to the liars We are the lives we are the wars I see red like blood as I'm crossing the street See the red of blood splattered on the sheet See the blood of a life no longer there The trace of a child, the sound of despair Hear bottles clankin', stankin', shankin' Turned upside down, empty, containing No more love and no more laughter No more joy and no more sadness k** the wound That's part of social lies Will the h**n take another life Sounds of angels screaming in pain at the fallen Echo in heaven Brings tears to our eyes Sounds of angels screaming in pain at the fallen Echo in heaven Bring tears to god's eye Say a prayer for the dying Give the key to the blind man Those who ask for forgiveness Are the proof of their malice Light the light of the scapegoat Light the eye of the world Give them hope Give them future Give them all that you can