Engulfed in the pool of suffering Their call for help concealed The weight of death smothering me Anguish is all I feel They cry for peace Knowing it will be ignored And still they weep A writhing mass, a pitiful horde Despondent Forlorn Abhorrent No more Our only hope, putting our trust in A mirage of a savior's choice To cleanse us of our corruption Lost in songs of rejoice They sink down to their former state Even worse than before Knowing it will be ignored And still they weep A writhing mass, a pitiful horde They cry for peace They weep