I'll burn all the lives of this angel Illuminati   When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify      A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace   Too beautiful to change or perhaps too scared   The truth behind our lives will be erased      A, a crusader begging for a crusade in which to die   Where lead locusts pierce the heart of men   And tie the tongues of those who lie      Cut the sinner, bleed redemption through the city streets   That resonate in prayers of this never should be      Someone plunged a dagger deep into God's chest   And when He groaned, it laid our entire civilization to rest   When He pulled out the dagger and marveled at the pain He could create   We stuck another in His back to seal creation's fate      So now, we turn from wealth in the height of all our poverty   A call that renders me ageless, turning the pages of a belief   That's greater than us all, greater than us all      Amen to the fools and the cossacks and the pulpits   Amen to the people who think there's still a way to help us   Amen to the people, Amen to the people, Amen to the people   Amen to the people, Amen to the people, Amen to the people   Think there's still a way to help us