There is gold in the temple,

There's a fire that burns below,

There are angels and devils,

Hell and heaven live inside of us all.

Can we carry the weight of our humanity,

And find a remedy for our misguided misanthropy?

The color of chaos,

The beauty in flames,

Like a mosaic of judgement day.

There's a snake in the garden,

There's a plague in the heart of man,

Not a thing left to barter,

Time slips through our hands.

We return to the earth.

Can we carry the weight of our humanity,

And find a remedy for our misguided misanthropy?

The color of chaos,

The beauty in flames,

Like a mosaic of judgement day.

Our shattered hearts,

Rearranged,

Like a mosaic,

Of judgement day.