In this world full of cowards and thieves, dead angels are surrounding me.
Compassion's dead in this fucked up world and if I was God,
there would be no hurt.
The heartless man roams the streets while sinners are supposed to be our
saints.
I'm screaming for some kind of change.
Does love mean anything today?
Love is dead.
And I feel as if every heart’s been ripped from outside its chest.
And I feel as if compassion’s dead.
Compassion is dead.