Morning maniac music
Shakes me awake
Those who once brought hope
Mired in hate.

Over the mountain, clouds scud
Blood on the floor
Refugees waiting
Outside the door.

Waiting for sanctuary.
'What is life for?'
Christendom's fallen,
Collapsed from within,
Deep, deep in the mire of sin.

Oh! I'm glad I never fell in love with you
Jesus.
I try to speak
Can't begin to say
On this holy-day..

Let us pray,
With ashes in our mouths,
And iron in the soul,
For forgiveness
As we grow old.