Over the east of the known lands Where the justice gets out of hands Train of dreams of an orphaned boy Is about to depart, it's a real McCoy Sitting by his side, almost out of sight Waiting for his wish I may, wish I might An angel! is down on his knees Ready to put him at ease
I am here to dry your tears Whisper the Gods will in your ears Its your right no more to suffer But from now on it only gets tougher You have been anguished, trashed, hurt enough I am here to take it all away, with a puff Well God loves you, you are to be heavened Your soul is the price, but we need to make it leavened So take this grenade, hold it like a doll Find a busy place, a bus stop, a shop, or a mall The rest is in you to believe Your side I will never leave Buy the paradise, and the forty virgins All the people you kill, you're just ending their sins
Am I far off, to tell the truth? Or is it just a hallucination, a mirage, or a ruth?