When stars don't light and shine their glory upon this dark world
And all the knowledge we've always taken pride in shakes
Maybe we'll shake our own worn out selves from this doomed reality
Only to wake up in the deep depths of hell

The hands of writers will tremble for having not obeyed,
The rules of nature that governs the involved and uninvolved members
The tongues of singers will pronounce words that are empty
And the whole world will proclaim all is not well

As the strong fight in an attempt to be released
The lucky folks will be obliged to give them an embrace
Help here, hell there as the merciful and saints pray
At last the bitter sweet nightmare will disappear in the cities of hell

Maybe love is all that is needed
A portion so powerful to erase the crambles left behind by the nightmares
A fruit so magical makes our smiles and laughter pave their way
And as we match forward finally we'll be a whole and all