Sanoja: Biohazard. New World Disorder. Salvation.

Someday I hope to rise above
Material chains which hold me down, hold me down
To turn my anger into love
And keep my feet planted on the ground, on the ground

To undo stigmas societies branded
Misconceptions about being a man
To be grateful, take nothing for granted
To live the truth as best I can

I seek the truth whatever that may be
I seek the answers to questions
Please God help me

To look at people and see no color
Vision clear prejudice or spite, spite
To treat people just like my brother
For this I pray with all my might, all my might

To learn to let go of all my fears
And learn to embrace all of my tears
To search for faith and humility
To walk the path which sets me free

I seek the truth whatever that may be
I seek the answers to questions
Please God help me

Salvation, from society
Damnation, have mercy on me

So many lies I told, so many lives I've sold
So far away from who I am I never understand
So many things I regret, so many things that I let
Take me away from myself, too late to take it back

Salvation, from society
Damnation, have mercy on me

So many dreams I had, so many lives I've lived
So many friends I said goodbye forever
So many times I wish, so many times I dream
Do it again, I swear I'd never

In my quest to uncover the truth
The deepest wounds get left behind
And I seek serenity for the war
For the war inside my mind

I seek the truth whatever that may be
I seek the answers to questions
Please God help me

I seek the truth whatever that may be
I seek the answers to questions
Please God help