So did those people let you down?
Whatcha think that they would say?
Did you expect them to believe ya?
Not to hurt ya or deceive ya?
In the world, all we're taught
Gotta get before you got
There is writing in the sky
Dark whispers in the night
Oh my god what have I done?
Wasted my life and forgotten how to love
Sorry if I was angry
I'm sorry if I am
Pass the gates of heaven
On the march to hell
It's not too late though
Not too late if we turn back
When the artists start to paint
Their pictures of the saints
And the saints look like the man
On the TV shaking hands
And I wonder what we don't
Hope I'm not the only one
Make us mindless, make us dumb
While the innocent are wrong
Oh my god what have I done?
Wasted my life and forgotten how to love
Sorry if I was angry
I'm sorry if I am
Pass the gates of heaven
On the march to hell
It's not too late though
Not too late if we turn back
And you told me you had it
Is it time for the worst to start?
And you said it's the last time
I won't forget
And the whispers in closets
Will escape to the streets we'll find
And the dark of the valley
Will be a light underneath our feet
Or how we tried to change their minds,
With our logic and our lies
While the blood flowed to the sea
And our hands and through our fangs
And if they trouble you for wisdom
With the answers in their hands
Don't believe their motives
Drawing pictures in the sand (whoa)