He's won a conviction
   that he'll desrtoy the pathological
   Drinking pattern
   Strictly to the scheme
   We wrests addictions from the body
   ... I have to...
   Convinced about the power of the cure
   That waited
   ...I have to..
  
   They believed it would go right
   Until they saw the broken throat and
   Last convulsive quivers
  
   Killed - because of longing
   Ruined - through he knew the power of the cure
  
   The last breath sent to the deaf world
   A hand raised
   I...I...wanted...wanted to...
  
   He left them with fear
   They want to kill and forget
   Strictly to the scheme from the body
   They wrest moments of fear and
   Longing for normality
  
   Convicted about the power of love
   Destroyed by hatred
   They believed it would go right
   Until they saw
   That there's a blockade in the heart
   And thoughts still say about the past
   Wiped out - by memory
   Injured - though they tried to hide the father's name
  
   And moments when he raised his hand
   In the last breath
   I...I...wanted...wanted to...