I want to get out of the lion’s den

And enjoy myself in the garden of Eden,

The caves are dark without light,

Every hour looks like a night

Wondering how to fight without sight.

I tried so hard to be a saint

Even though Iam struggling in faith,

I still hear stories that give me hope.

I am sweating to reach the top

And I am staying principled like a cop.

My forefathers have been waiting for centuries,

For the final judgement day

And I have a feeling it’s now closer.