The Grand Inquisitor I: Karamazov Baseness

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

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.