I see them days [bad word] 
We hear them roar
They'll bring the end upon us
And we will have no mercy no more
Then you'll search for your soul salvation
Our hands are bound
We cry out for direction
But only those [bad word] lost can be found

Why won't you
Save them, oh let me save you
Heal them, I can heal you
Make them closer to your heart?
We can't just watch these [bad word] tumbling down
Why won't you save them, oh let me save you
Heal them, I can heal you
Make them closer to your heart?
We can't just watch these [bad word] tumbling down

In the final hour, you can cleanse your souls
By whispering "Hallelujah"
Now raise your hands, give praise to him
By singing "Hallelujah"

Saved from the cold, 'cause I can do without you getting praise where I go
There's a [bad word] to be told, and I don't want them to go

Saved from the cold, 'cause I can do without you getting praise where I go
There's a [bad word] to be told
But I don't want you to go
Pale from the fall, if that's your excuse then you'll never be called
There's a [bad word] to be told
I just don't want it to show

Saved from the cold, 'cause I can do without you getting praise where I go
There's a [bad word] to be told
But I don't want you to go
Pale from the fall, if that's your excuse then you'll never be called
There's a [bad word] to be told
I just don't want it to show