In the Beginning, in the End,
Alpha and Omega, God's Word we will send...

A head hung low,
I'm in a numbing trance...

There sits a girl of porcelain fare,
With long, flowing, golden hair...

I roam,
I roam, always alone...

Sultry summer air,
The sun is a supernova blare...

There is someone who is quite different than you...
A crackpot, a charlatan, a menace to society...

Holding on,
It was the most selfish thing I ever did...

I have been afraid to feel,
I have been cold and callous by my own will...