Twilight falls of gods   and men,   The shadow stalks the   fields again,   The broken glass, the   broken hand,   The broken song of the   wedding band,   Treacherous as   yesterday,   You lose your focus,   fade away,   Faithless as the ocean   change,   You left me standing in   the rain.   She says...     Why,   Is this my life,   Why, Is this my life,   To walk the knife?     Awoken by the mission   bell,   They're burning books   in the cathedral,   The night is black, the   sky is red,   Rain comes crying   around your head,   Pick up the pen and   you take up the fight,   Throwing yourself   against the wall of   the night,   Preacher told me 'bout   peace and love,   Now he's looking at me   down the barrel of a   gun.     Why,   Is this my life,   Why,   Is this my life,   Why,   Is this my life,   To walk the knife?     And every star that   falls   Is a soul waiting to be   born,   But if love is for the   bleeding heart   And work is for the   poor,   Tell me who will build   the house,   Who will welcome you   at the door?     Twilight falls of gods   and men,   The shadow stalks the   fields again,   Innocence dies on a   city street,   Lies broken like a doll   underneath the feet,   Hold my head and you   lift me up   With the bitterness of   your empty cup,   Shine like a blade, let   me know where you   are   With your eyes full of   diamonds from the   evening star.     Why,   Is this my life,   Why,   Is this my life,   Why,   Is this my life,   To walk the knife?