Even if I did not believe in life
If I lost my faith in the order of things
We're convinced 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 unearthly, 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 unearthly, 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