Rebel, pariah, balanced on the tightrope of fear,
Hero, warrior: relics of a golden age,
When I see the dying children fighting desperately to breathe, then words cut to the heart, asking, 'What do you believe''

What is real' (God, man, Mytho-X)
Is it real' (God, Mytho-X)
What is real' (God, man, Mytho-X)
Is it real' (God, Mytho-X, Mytho-X)

Legend, demigod ' mortal life is never enough,
Saviour, messiah ripped the revolution with love,
All the empty people walking the dead-end street,
Love by example is to walk with Jesus' feet.

What is real' (God, man, Mytho-X)
Is he real' (God, Mytho-X)
What is real' (God, man, Mytho-X)
Is he real' (God, Mytho-X, Mytho-X)

It's time to make up your mind,
Cut loose these invisible strings.
Stripped from worldly tethers, it all comes down to just one thing:

What is real' (God, man, Mytho-X)
Is he real' (God, Mytho-X)
What is real' (God, man, Mytho-X)
Is he real' (God, Mytho-X)
What is real' (God, man, Mytho-X)
Is he real' (God, Mytho-X)
What is real' (God, man, Mytho-X)
Is it real to you, to me' (God, man, Mytho-X)

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