For whom the gun tolls   For whom the prey weeps   Bow before a war   Call it religion   Some wounds never heal   Some tear never will   Dry for the unkind   Pray for mankind   Even the dead cry   Thier only comfort   Kill your friend, I don't care   Orchid kids, blinded dare   Need to understand   No need to forgive   No truth, no sense   Left to be followed      Face the unbearable fear like meeting an old friend   (Time to die, poor mates, you made me what I am)      In this world of a million religions   Everyone prays the same way   (Your praying is in vain. It'll all be over soon)      *sinister laughing*      Father help me save me a place by your side   (There is no god, our creed is but for ourselves)      Drunk with the blood of your victims   I do feel your pity wanting pain   (Not a hero unless you die. Our species eat the wounded ones)      Lust for pain, a deadly game   (Run away with your impeccable kin)      Good wombs hath borne bad sons      Cursing, God, why?   Falling for every lie   Survivors' guilt    In us forevermore   15 candles    Redeemers of this world   Dwell in hipocrisy   How were we supposed to know?