Is there any hope for the faithless?
Is there any hope for the lost?

(The lost soul cries out).

Where did all my strength go?
I used to stand so tall.
But battered by my own mind,
I'm hiding, crouching small.

The lost soul cries out!

When did part of my soul die?
Can't think, I'm far too numb.
I'm in too deep, I can't wake up,
My own fault for being so dumb.

(The lost soul cries out).

Is there any hope for the faithless?
Is there any hope for the lost?