Tekster: Dream Theater. Octavarium. Sacrificed Sons.

Walls are closing anxiously
Channel surfing frantically
Burning city, smoke and fire
Planes we're certain, faith inspired
No clues, a complete surprise
Who'll be coming home tonight?

Heads are turning towards the sky
Towers crumble, heroes die

Who would wish this on our people
And proclaim that his will be done?
Scriptures say he had misled them
All praise their sacrificed sons
All praise their sacrificed sons

Teach them what to think and feel
Your ways saw in lightening
Watch them preach, I can't relate
It cuts true love, acts of hate

Who would wish this on our people
And proclaim that his will be done?
Scriptures say he had misled them
All praise their sacrificed sons
All praise their sacrificed sons

God on high, a mistake
Will mankind be extinct?
There's no time, time to waste
Who serves the truth for heaven's sake?