Tekst:There's a little child drowning in a pond

And you would have me throw a blanket on

the surface of the water

even though she was your daughter

and watch just how helplessly she dies

for the sake of how it looks

cause it's like you've read in books

It's a symbol of the way you see this life



And if a savior came upon a tray of gold

you'd insist that he had already been sold

even though you kew he hadn't

You're afraid to trade the bad in

for a good you don't know

Like a certain generation

in a proud and headstrong nation

who expects God to dance whenever she plays the fife



And if you want to talk in terms of the survival of the fittest

then take a look at the soul's auction house and whose the highest bid is

You understand the fear of man

but you forgot about the fear of God

And to the bloody ransom

that makes an ugly soul turn handsome

you give a condescending nod



There's a sense of desparation in your touch

and you say out loud you hate it very much

but you're addicted to your sadness

cause it creates the touch of madness

The kind you like inside your veins

Oh, why are you so hardened?

You know you could be pardoned

I guess you just will not let go of the reins



The lexicon of death is all you know

You feel suffocated by the falling snow

Cause you miss the beauty there

in the quiet holy air

and start looking for a desert you can roam

Your eyes too closed to see

the secret ministry

of the frost upon the window of your home

Oh, why are you so hardened?

You know you could be pardoned

and then you would not feel so alone

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.