blissful are those who live unaware
of the pain and suffering that fill the air
marching towards an empty slot
laying to rest, this is what kindness brought
children laughter was all i used to hear
screaming in agony, tearing limb for limb
the devil's in sight, nowhere to hide
good luck escaping this holy night
not all is bad, not all is good
you've done all you would, not all you could
blissful are those who live unaware
of the cross we've all come to bear
