beautiful man, disguised and hurt
For all his dreams, they give him words
His quest of life, extends beyond
Beneath his feet, the world is numb

"Are we confined inside of dream?
The flame of life within our reach
Our souls at ease deceased would be
The time [bad word] to be conceived
My faith is lost but [bad word] 
No tears are she'd for you and me"

His faith was lost; his gods are dead
The sky above it gleams to death
Who lights the flame that once was doused
With tears of pledge and faithless vows