Текст: Planes Mistaken For Stars. Mercy.

Lover the Lord has left us, if ever the Lord was here.
Forever we knelt before a golden calf that we named Trust.
We were struck a blow by a jagged blade, its name was Lust.
Now we feign what we feel,we feed what we fear, we feign what we feel, but we do as we must, together.
We are not but babes, grand but without grace...