I smell the incense burning
See the shadow of the flames
Flickering on those ancient walls
Inscribed with ancient names

I see all those knees bending
Hear the murmurings of prayer
And the darkness that surrounds me
Is more than I can bear

I close my eyes to fight the smell
The sound, the sickening sight
Of the dead that do not realize
They’ve been robbed of all their life

They pray to gods that cannot hear
To wood and brass and gold
They live in a world of make-believe light
Believing the lies they’re told

How I wish the truth could reach them
Yet their hearts are closed too tight
Lord, I pray that you will hear them
As they cry into the night

They are empty and don’t know that
You can fill their souls with love
They are blinded and don’t know that
You give vision from above

And though they cry to gods that will
And cannot fix their plight
Lord, fill these broken, empty hearts
Hear their cries into the night