Even if I did not believe in life
If I lost my faith in the order of things
Were convinced, in fact, that everything is a disorderly, damnable, and devil-ridden chaos

If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment, still I would want to live
And, having once tasted the cup I would not turn away from it until I had drained it

You are trying to save me
You are trying to save me
But perhaps I am not lost

If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment, still I would want to live
And, having once tasted the cup I would not turn away from it

Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love and respect of his sons?

You are trying to save me... but perhaps I am not lost
You are trying to save me... but perhaps I am not lost

Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love and respect of his sons?

You are trying to save me... but perhaps I am not lost
You are trying to save me... but perhaps I am not lost