Faithless

How i prayed for a loss
from which everything can begin like a string
where Fairies enfold a possible tomorrow
but their will stays untold
'till the end of the line
Let Thiseus die with the wet sun of a morning
lovers' hearts are timed to be broken
once
is this the time for?
is this the twist?
i'm still praying
through all this defeat
faithless but consistent
i'm still praying in a God
sated by the toiled hands of a little girl
somewhere in a chinese factory
where he finds the birth of his existence
and there's no eternal hope
in a mortal soul