And the Angels Were Silent

With souls on fire,

They shall surrender peace.

But blood still flows

From the eyes of martyrs.

In light of hatred,

We now know our purpose.

Dear God, what is this?

What is it that you've done?

These moments, forgotten

Shall disappear.

It's not a menu from

Which to pick and choose:

For God, for marriage,

For life but fuck the poor?

And I wont lose hope

That one day I'll believe

But until then I'll be the cynic.

Then again I could be

In the wrong but I

Guess that's what faith is.

And I wont lose hope

That one day I'll believe

But until then I'll be the cynic.

Then again I could be

In the wrong but I

Guess that's what faith...

I know there's still hope

That compassion will rise again.

This faith burns in their eyes

And blood still flows from my wounds.

I fail to find the faith

Despite what I wish for.

I know there's still hope

That compassion will rise again.

I know there's still hope

That compassion will rise again.

With souls on fire,

They shall surrender peace.

But blood still flows

From the eyes of martyrs.

Entrenched, they suffer

From the things that they hide from.

They seek salvation which

They will never find.

For the lost, for the poor,

for the disregarded.

For the souls, for the faith

Of the broken-hearted.

For the lost, for the poor,

for the disregarded.

For the souls, for the faith

Of the broken-hearted.

And still faith burns in their eyes

And blood still flows from my wounds.

I fail to find the faith

Despite what I wish for.