You need a hero, a knight in his shiny silver armour

You need someone to hold you tight, to break you down

To make you want to say goodnight to sweet sorrow and surrender

But heros went missing when you decided you wanted to be hip and cool

And honey heroes don’t tend to wait around

For their desmel’s to get some sense into their heads.

Forgive me father, for I’ve sinned

Just a mere thousand times today but hey, your child

Died on the cross for us, so that we could live on for form what he did.

Do you really hate me?