How precious is the gift of life

With death an sorrow always by our side

How enchanting is the gift of mind

When misery is all that's left behind

Beauty always seems to hide

From greedy eyes that always look aside

Religion, a spiritual crime

Slavery and oppression of humankind

The Shadow, the Beast or the Devil

In us all

Oblivious of essence and emptiness

We justify our endless ignorance

Vain and selfish, rotten to the core

Ask yourself what are we living for?

The Shadow, the Beast or the Devil

In us all