Crawling through the fields of misery
Where you plant hopes and pick suffering
Crying I dry my hands that hurt and bleed
And try to find God in every face I see
I don't believe in today
My faith was stronger yesterday
And I make my way
Sailing in the sea of madness
Full of fears and pain and sadness
Mistake is only in my head
And I don't know if I’m live or dead
Lost in confusion and hate
Looking for my real fate
Help me before is too late
Show me how to find the way
Faith, hate, blame, too late
