Here and now,
Between life and death,
Stands a man full of emptiness,
Gasping for air in the garden of Eden,
Facing the his deepest fears,
Choking.. Choking…

All is talk,
All is vain,
Hope is hidden somewhere amidst the violence.

Dancing to the tune of the devil,
Many of us are led astray,
When will we dance the good dance?
When will we live the good life?