Text: Metal Church. Masterpeace. All Your Sorrows.

Times like these to people please
Fables spread like some disease
New age gods like old facades
Write a book you'll like the odds

You'll like the odds
Inventing gods
Old facades

Take apart human heart you will start
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows
Beginning to pull you away

In the night the sometimes light
The seasons which run out of time
When I press this game of chess
I always end with something less

With something less
You've made a mess
Of your Sunday best

Take apart human heart you will start
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows
Beginning to drag you away

In search for the answers, what never should be
Laughter erupts from primordial sea
Standing there naked with bended knee
All of your works face eternity

So though I play the same each day
When faced with pain I often pray
Take my hand you'll understand
The place we go is no man's land

No man's land
You'll understand
Don't you bite my hand

Buy some time the fine line
[Incomprehensible] robots will decline

Take apart human heart you will start
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows
Beginning to drag you away