A sanctuary is blank tonight
The soul that lodged here
Now is flying through the sky
Should he hidden among the stars
Chasing feelings in the air

Since his body lost the life
He wanders round the world
Seeking reasons to believe
That the being called man can change
All the things he contested in life

Our sweet dreams are lost
Burnt on a cross
Betrayed by greed
That makes all the rules we need

Malicious thoughts infest the air
It seems to be alive
Fading virtues, cutting hearts
Turning smiles sneering acts
Making men little insects

The clouds formally whites of sin
Are overcast with guilt
Black stains painted on blue
Marking rain fall full of lies
Marking die the doped truth

Our sweet dreams are lost
Burnt on a cross
Betrayed by greed
That makes all the rules we need