Your smile, your lips, your finger tips, they lead me here under your evil things

My thoughts are sick, with your ignorance, it leads me here under your evil things

And we question the ones who ask questions

When we should question those who tell the truth

And my thoughts are to sick not to mention

And here comes the question

And he asks me if I feel alive

And I tell him that I do think so

And he asks me if I've еver died

And I tell him thе end is now

Your politics, your insolence, it leads me here under your evil things

My thoughts are sick, with your innocence, it leads me here under your evil things

And the question is lost

They've come to get me, they've come to get mine

To the books that we've tossed

They don't ask the questions, but they answer all the lies

And to the sympathetic sorrows, and to the sympathy, and to the sympathy

I don't know what to do

But I'll ask the question

And he asks me if I feel alive

And I tell him that I do think so

And he asks me if I've ever died

And I tell him the end is now

He slowly opens the door, our eyes are fixed

He gently gestures to one of us here

Speaking harshly

There's nothing left to do, no one left to answer to my dear

The thoughts are all clear

The end is near, the end is now

I've tried, I've died, I will

And I will be saved