The Angels sang a song unto me
Of who we are and who we should be
We are all the victims of sins
If we give in... the dark wins

We trade our souls for so many things
For pretty trinkets and golden rings
Act like we care in life's charades
The Devil's trade... the light fades

And in the last verse there is a line
That plays in my mind time after time
We will all reap what we have sown
We have been shown... set in stone

So all of this leads me to believe
That even though I can not conceive
We must fight and struggle and cope
A slippery slope... there is hope