this mission's for nations rich or poor
cuz there isn't no middle any more
and im misinformed when information's warm
so im in the midst of limitation since the beginnin in war
now within me's frustration cuz i enlisted before
indications had risen to warn
im one of the many circulatin who's picture's deformed
cuz i am a configuration assembled uniformed
to illiminate the creation that has born
thru a system from Satan's brain storm
i should've listened but angles explored
put me in dangerous positions to store
the equation towards our board's
image worth savin, oh Lord
who gave me these horns
cuz all friendships' behavior's been torn
well, you've made the greatest entrance but your
vision's ignored by a major remainder, they're warped
will you fix up all sorts, don't make them abort
cuz most are waiting to soar
with the Angels to escape out these doors