You came out to nowhere with red roses pressed against your white chest

You sat down beside me and you took me to a time when you could see

A time when you could feel, when you could speak

When I believed

You have seen some nameless and some faceless

And some hopeless cases

You have touched the heart of darkness

Mister Kurtz is dead and so are you

Where is your truth?

Do you believe all that you see?

And where'd you lay your grave?

And what did Jesus say?

You have opened my eyes to the nature

Of our time and our lives

No safe truths, no comforting illusions

Make the best of your life