At the end, as the curtains drop heavily
Stunned from the shock or amazement
Our desire is for a world quite heavenly
There's no destination to send the message
We are breaking, by the moment or second
Asking ourselves if we have gone mad
What do we do, with what is before us
After all that we've been given
Still sinning and needing to be forgiven
We have nothing to give us pride
We've nothing to keep us alive
