Precious grace Two forces meet different, strange yet in combination so terribly sweet Two different sides to the same story Two ways of life so different never meant to be Never allowed to come together They cannot yet everything, every inch, yearns, yearns to meet every inch of the other Rage and righteousness blending together or at least trying only to end up dying for each other's sins So they pay, pay for the greater good one left broken the other dead Lies, deceit got them together, thrusted them apart To build a hopeless love that saw, through the web of treason, a glimpse of each other's souls Such a mad distortion Such a sad distortion of unity.