I woke up to blank stares As godless men cross the air Praying to the heavens, quickly they let them go Brothers and sisters, oh how they shiver, no On their own Cold whispers, siren songs Santiago seems so wrong Praying to the heavens, quickly they let them go Brothers and sisters, oh how they shiver, no On their own Should it be done, you know that it's wrong Their souls aren't gone, their souls aren't gone