..meets the good ole angel...  John Doe:  I decided to go on though it hurt me so  You lost your memory and I lost my soul  Was it good, was it bad, was it just the same  Through the past darkly, and we lost the game  I never realized how things really went  And where this angel is, and what she meant  She said we were in the land of metals  And we made the wrong decision and we found only death  The Angel:  World - you see - is in your eyes  You see the truth and you see the lies  How come is the world so bad?  It's up to you what you want to add  John Doe:  But you see, this poor friend, how is he now?  He's in the world of confusion - deep in the mud  How can you tell it's own fault what he did?  You made a yell of death and then he was hid  How can you tell it was right what you did?  You took us away from our normal trip  It makes no sense to come here to die  Is there sense at all, should I still try?  The Angel:  World - you see - is in your eyes  He will be well, he can feel his files  In this place on one can die  It's up to you, if you want to lie  John Doe:  (Everyday you want to survive)  We are poor, lost soldiers and we don't know how  We can pass this test we are in, now  We are living in the land of poverty  We don't even know if "I" am for "me"  You threw us there into this symphony  Or the two kinda metals, when I choose I'll see  If it's wrong I'll be dead, if it's right I'll be free  That's how I'm gonna pay for my destiny  The Angel:  Don't be scared, you see with you eyes  You see the truth and you see the lies  Go and take your friend with you  It's up to you if you want to move  Jone Doe:  Move, move  The Angel:  Move!