Son of a holy mother
Lost in an empty life, lost in a lie
Son of a greedly father
So far away from his true holy life
Growing up to be a man of god
Growing up to be a man of gold
Rich and spoiled in an easy life
He wanted to be a noble and a knight
Living an empty life
Step out of heaven
Divine and so blind
Balancing on broken wings
Reaching out to the sky
These broken wings will fly
Fly and touch the sky
Spending the nights in parties
Addicted to evil, addicted to sin
So accustomed to vices
Living too numb in ephemeral dreams
