Even if I did not believe in life

If I lost my faith in the order of things

We're convince in fact that everything is a disorderly damnable
And devil-ridden chaos

If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment

Still I would want to live

And having once tasted the cup
I would not turn away from it

Until I had drained it

You are trying to save me

You are trying to save me

But perhaps I am not lost

If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment

Still I would want to live

And having once tasted the cup
I would not turn away from it

Is an unworthy uncaring father still entitled to the love

And respect of his sons

You are trying to save me

But perhaps I am not lost

You are trying to save me

But perhaps I am not

Lost

Is an unworthy uncaring father still entitled to the love
And respect of his sons

You are trying to save me

But perhaps I am not lost

You are trying to save me

But perhaps I am not

Lost