A ghost ship full of lost souls, sails through the night
searching for a friendly shore to lead them to the light.
Tortured hearts in tortured bodies cry out their agony
towards the merciless waves of your contempt.
But you are deaf to their cries and blind to their plight
your wisdom is a friend of those who are wrong and
an enemy of those who are right, and the storms that
come between them both, rips apart the mask of your
false redemption.
A ghost ship full of lost souls, sails through the night
still searching for a friendly shore that will share with
them the light