• There's a riot in paradise
    Perfection is lost
    Collectively we rolled the dice
    And now must pay the cost
    What we had didn't suffice
    And the line was crossed
    Ignored was the implied advice
    Of the damned cursed Faust

    And now the gutters of paradise
    Are overflowing with tears
    Because man is a beast of vice
    Overcome by their fears
    And now this bell has wrung twice
    In the span of all years
    Instead of cowering and trembling like mice
    Mankind lets out virulent cheers

    They celebrate a victory
    Which they do not hath
    For their wanton debauchery
    Has invoked God's wrath
    The sky darkens into a luminous black
    As the creator and deity shows us his back
    Of contentment man's heart knows only its lack
    Perfection is lost and shall never come back