Power, belief and will Virtues of humanity, abundant and scarce Holy, godlike, divine Borders of insanity, a blessing and a curse Despite their genuine devotion Faith appears to save no one Even though we all know that our time is running out Some of us still believe God loves us all, though his doomsday's upon us Horror, tremor, dismay Victims of normality, blind hope and despair Feel me, hear me, believe Reawakened vanity, so common yet so rare Lost in bitter-sweet emotions Apathy infects us all Even though we all know that our time is running out Some of us still believe God loves us all, though his doomsday's upon us Faith's the ultimate fallacy It's the substance of things hoped for The conviction of things not seen Even though we all know that our time is running out Some of us still believe God loves us all, though his doomsday's upon us Though his doomsday's upon us