Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire Focused high on soaring ambitions Consumed in a single desire

Sometimes the spirit is too strong Or the flesh is too weak Sometimes the need is just too great For the solace we seek The suit of shining armor Becomes a keen and bloody sword

A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive “The stars aren’t aligned – Or the gods are malign” Blame is better to give than receive

The guns replace the plow, facades are tarnished now The principles have been betrayed The dream's gone stale, but still, let hope prevail History's debt won't be repaid

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath We don't see what they're made of They shout about love, but when push comes to shove They live for the things they're afraid of

Living in a fisheye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend