Dear Passengers

Once more to see the damage done to a beating heart
Corrupted by the sickness we call reality
Once more to ask ourselves if there's an afterlife
Or hell is this domain for the ones who remain

Then one day some may choose to leave here
Longing for a peace they simply cannot find on our side
Too fragile dreaming souls get broken
Meaningless to keep them away from their own sacrifice

If a god does exist
And created a man in his own image
He is the cruelest of beasts
Feasting on the weak among the savage
This world belongs to the violent
This world belongs to the cruel
All of the gentle, all of the pure hearts
They belong to the fools

Once more to see the damage done by indifference
To people being afraid of doing what they fear
Once more to find ourselves just trying to exorcise
The guilt of the survivor, will we ever care?

Then one day some may choose to leave here
Longing for a peace they simply cannot find on our side
Too fragile dreaming souls get broken
Meaningless to keep them away from their own sacrifice

Ours not to argue
Cursed to stay here
Ours not to question
The reason why

Then one day some may choose to leave here
Longing for a peace they simply cannot find on our side
Too fragile dreaming souls get broken
Meaningless to keep them away from their own sacrifice