broken back
of a dieing man
has lost sight of his life plan
and here he lay in grass and blood
with his face in the mudd
here he lay i ask him this
do you know what feeling is?
when you live a hopeless lie
you lose the fire in your eye
you need help and here we be
to bring you back for all but free
you'll live by us
with only our voice to hear
you must follow us but do not fear
poor broken man we'll help you so
so only that your soul will grow