The cycle that never ends

It begins and starts again

Trapped like mice inside a maze

And bereft of our own grace



We pray and bend our feet

We will not admit defeat

To a god we put our fate

And to the ones that sell deceit



We never doubt their words

Forever gripping our swords

We conform and we bend down

Nail the thorns into the crown



We believed in your glory and might

That you shall take us to your side

We reached out to heaven

The three sons of seven

But we found no messiah or guide



Why do we hold on to these prayers?

All these years and nothing has been changed



And i am just another tool in this game

And i have never put any doubt in your name

Not even when they took it all

Left me here alone to fall

I kept on screaming, "Where have you gone?"



[Hebrew part]



Perhaps you left us to live without you

To learn to fly on our own



Why do we hold to these beliefs?

That our god is here for all our needs



Can't we see that all we are is one?

We are the messiah, we need my son