Even if I did not believe in life
If I lost my faith in the order of things
Were 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