作词 : Rosenthal
cast out by angels, 
cast out by faith. 
like fallen stars. 
like martyrs we fall, 
blessed is the sufferer. 
with these eyes, these hands . . . 
we almost grasped paradise. 
you lie alabaster 
translucent on broken shells 
of crystal dreams. 
defiled and destroyed. 
how can i pray 
to this cruel god 
who averts his gaze? 
how can i believe 
in a god 
who creates puppets and sheep?