Temples, chapels, shrines and mosques  
All homes of Almighty Gods    
Whoever the hell has more might    
She prays to, for a life of love.She's tired of demons and the ghosts    
That possess her heart and soul
Heck, she even hates the angels
For they're no different without the halos.Fire, air, water, earth      
Skin, flesh, bones and blood
It's all about the pair's that match
26 alphabets and a million words.Raised hands to pray for this
Raised glass to drink on it
All in hope, all in vain
Nothing worked, nothing will.​​​'Cuz at the end of the night                
We're all painted red                    
Tear stained eyes
And awake in bed      
And at the end of the day                                            
We stay awake just to dream                                    
Then close our eyes and fly away                            
Being cut down, hopes are green