He:
I know your thoughts about your guilt
Please let me see your wounds
I know that's more than you can believe
So show your heart to me
She:
It's an endless torment
I need to believe we can be saved some day
From this hell we dug
He:
Saved from ourselves
She:
Hear the devil's angels
Whispering those cursed words again
Cursing us to be the forsaken of our God
He:
The devil's angel is our faith
Taking our light away
Believing in lies we'll fall down
Into our sickness way
She:
Life was once so hopeful
But we killed it with our hands
I cannot face this hell we live in
Can we be forgiven?
He:
Face the death of your God
He can't release your soul from your own hell
Then save yourself from you
She:
How dare you say that my God is dead?
I always waited for him as a forgotten daughter
And all those lies that they told me
Are versions of a distorted dream
He:
Oh, no! They cannot see
This life with blood and cruelty
Take that... That is my heart
The real true god of life and dignity
She:
This heart is the abode of our soul
And in both of us
He can't die
He's our guide and our love
It's our master
It's you
Howard Beale:
The Voice said to me: "I want you to tell the people the truth, not an easy thing to do because the people don't want to know the truth."
And I said, "You're kidding. What the the hell should I know about the truth?"
But the Voice said to me: "Don't worry about the truth. I will put the words in your mouth.
We're not talking about eternal Truth or absolute Truth or ultimate Truth. We're talking about impermanent, transient, human truth."
So I thought about it for a moment, and then I said, "Ok."
I know your thoughts about your guilt
Please let me see your wounds
I know that's more than you can believe
So show your heart to me
She:
It's an endless torment
I need to believe we can be saved some day
From this hell we dug
He:
Saved from ourselves
She:
Hear the devil's angels
Whispering those cursed words again
Cursing us to be the forsaken of our God
He:
The devil's angel is our faith
Taking our light away
Believing in lies we'll fall down
Into our sickness way
She:
Life was once so hopeful
But we killed it with our hands
I cannot face this hell we live in
Can we be forgiven?
He:
Face the death of your God
He can't release your soul from your own hell
Then save yourself from you
She:
How dare you say that my God is dead?
I always waited for him as a forgotten daughter
And all those lies that they told me
Are versions of a distorted dream
He:
Oh, no! They cannot see
This life with blood and cruelty
Take that... That is my heart
The real true god of life and dignity
She:
This heart is the abode of our soul
And in both of us
He can't die
He's our guide and our love
It's our master
It's you
Howard Beale:
The Voice said to me: "I want you to tell the people the truth, not an easy thing to do because the people don't want to know the truth."
And I said, "You're kidding. What the the hell should I know about the truth?"
But the Voice said to me: "Don't worry about the truth. I will put the words in your mouth.
We're not talking about eternal Truth or absolute Truth or ultimate Truth. We're talking about impermanent, transient, human truth."
So I thought about it for a moment, and then I said, "Ok."