It is the moment of creation  A different level of incarnation  The second pumping in my breast  At the end of our darkest quest  No matter how paranoid you are  You're moving through the soeme  It's so bizzare    God, God raises the dead  And if he needs my help he's calling  He's calling me    If you're dealing with the devil's dance  A prayer for me, one more chance  A silent weapon for a quiet war  Knocks us down, even to the core