So many have lost their way So many have fallen to their grip of faith Controlled by their words of hate Divided we ravage our homelands The abundance of of numbness can claim self rule Diseased transmission can claim us all A system of panic enslaves The binding obtainment brings darker days A stand must be taken to save No cries for us, the war is waged It's done I strive to find my way My will be done Work these hands until they bleed My will be done I'll listen for the call My will be done Now pray for your miracle My will be done No cries for us, the war is waged My will be done The abundance of numbness can claim self rule Diseased transmission can claim us all So many have lost their way So many have fallen to their grip of faith Controlled by their words of hate Divided we perish Now I strive to find my own way My will be done Work these hands until they bleed My will be done I'll listen for the call My will be done Now pray for your miracle My will be done