In the somber cellar the little alchemist
Admired the dim flame of a candle
He wanted to make life in a box of glass
He slighted the sneer of the night
And horrified he realized
First breath is the last
Two seconds' life of agony
The clay puppet is already gone
The novice demiurge
He saw the fallen sun in a shell of clay
The creatures parade in his nightmares
First breath is the last
Two seconds' life of agony
The clay puppet is already gone
The novice demiurge
Dragged in desolated abyss
Dragged out the hope-earth
Now just without resolution
Just without purpose
Why?
Why do you pray?
You can't turn back
Why, why?
Why do you pray?