Well, she is waking upnAnd she is finding out she has no pulsenJust like her God that she is trying to sellnBut she ain't boughtnnHer lion is scarednBecause he is finding outnShe's waking up and he can't stop breaking downnAnd fading out as she gets upnnWell, she looks around, ArielnYou have no pulsenMuch like your religion, but it's finenJust fake itnnThe wrath of God's grace is but an ocean to a child