In the aftermath of another escape from reality   Exhausted you lay, circled by nothingness   You sank so deep... lacking the strength to surface again       Miracles and revelations, or just hallusinations?   God tends to speak only at the moments of weakness   As ruins are easier to conquer       Guilt batters with a killer's fist   Forcing you to confess your supposed sins   Hoping for heaven, afraid of hell   You sealed your decay with a shallow prayer       How real can this revival be   When it's merely compensating your low self-esteem?   Life-long submission seems to be the price of faith   So, will the bleeding hearts give more than they take?       Drifting with the winds out at the sea of deceit   The fear of god is all you have   No sign of the promised salvation   An addict to punishment and restrain   Paints horns and feathers within the same frames       Helped up from the pit   And thrown down into a deeper one