• Once a child of pure intuitions
    Now tainted with the blackest of hearts
    We fear there's no turning back
    Our hope seems truly lost.

    Please help us return
    To the one we once knew
    Which lies a shell of our former selves
    In the shadows and darkness from which we grew.

    Our Past Generations
    Will seek the truth
    To undo the great ordeal
    Of trouble they have forsaken

    Thought it seems inevitable
    We manage to keep our hope
    But it's slowly going away
    We've lost our trust and sanity
    and maybe our trust in you

    But maybe if you help us
    We'll see the light that we once knew.