His home was a cage in the sky,
One day he fell down and died,
Riddled by heart-breaking lies.
He bore life with a smile,
Hurting from each projectile,
Watching purity's demise.

Chorus:
In the end, I can't forgive.
The dream is dead, the slayers live.
And we're left with the great betrayal.

He was beautiful and wild,
The eternal, universal child,
Misrepresented and defiled.
His humanity denied,
He was lonely when he cried,
And so distorted when he died.


Chorus:
In the end there ain't more than this,
Just an epilogue and a kiss.
But few don't bear the Mark of Cain,
We suffer vicarious shame.
King of kings, child of humanity,
Your echo shall dance through eternity.