Even if I did not believe in life
If I lost my faith in the order of things
We're convinced, in fact, that everything
Is a disorderly, damnable, and devil-ridden chaos

If I were struck
By every horror of man's disillusionment
Still I would want to live
And, having once tasted the cup
I would not turn away from it

Until I had drained it
You are trying to save me
You are trying to save me
But perhaps I am not lost

If I were struck
By every horror of man's disillusionment
Still I would want to live
And, having once tasted the cup
I would not turn away from it

Is an unworthy, uncaring father
Still entitled to the love and respect of his sons?

You are trying to save me
But perhaps I am not lost
You are trying to save me
But perhaps I am not lost
Is an unworthy, uncaring father
Still entitled to the love and respect of his sons?

You are trying to save me
But perhaps I am not lost
You are trying to save me
But perhaps I am not lost