All the children that we used to know Holding knives at their wrists and their throats "Holy Savior, can You still be found?" Is there hope for the human race left to be found? Human pa**ion is all we can taste So much energy going to waste Haunted lives by our own set of rules Into the fire of worldly pride and desire CHORUS Mad at the world You're seeing something besides What the Creator purposed I know that it's wrong 'Cause the hatred's so strong I can't help but see That it's phoney and it's not for me CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS