God Raises the Dead

It is the moment of creation A different level of incarnation The second pumping in my breast At the end of our darkest quest No matter how paranoid you are You're moving through the scene It's so bizzare God, God raises the dead And if he needs my help he's calling He's calling me If you're dealing with the devil's dance A prayer for me, one more chance A silent weapon for a quiet war Knocks us down, even to the core