Our own Messiah
The cycle that never endsIt begins and starts againTrapped like mice inside a mazeAnd bereft of our own grace
We pray and bend our feetWe will not admit defeatTo a god we put our fateAnd to the ones that sell deceit
We never doubt their wordsForever gripping our swordsWe conform and we bend downNail the thorns into the crown
We believed in your glory and mightThat you shall take us to your sideWe reached out to heavenThe three sons of sevenBut we found no messiah or guide
Why do we hold on to these prayers?All these years and nothing has been changed
And i am just another tool in this gameAnd i have never put any doubt in your nameNot even when they took it allLeft me here alone to fallI kept screaming, "Oh, where have You gone?"
[Hebrew part]
[Hebrew part's English translation:]Our father who art in heavenRedeem us, impart upon us
Perhaps you left us to live without youTo learn to fly on our own
Why do we hold to these beliefs?That our god is here for all our needs
Can't we see that all we are is one?We are the messiah, we need my son