I speak from a place Where some talk of signs Tired superstitions To drown out the wise Dark clouds have gathered To block out the sun All of our sins To judge us in turn Mothers and daughters Fathers and sons Would any be counted To take up the cause If we can't imagine That the hour is near Then all of our sins Won’t fade with the tears Do you hear the drums Of the warmonger's charge Who feeds on the blood Of our youngest and brave Throw oil on the fires Turn friend against friend All of our sins Consume us in flame I hope you know I hope you can see The march is beginning All over again Will we ever learn Will we ever know peace Before all of our sins Drag us to the deep Can you not see them There's blood on their hands They rape and they murder For pleasure and gain The harbinger comes In blazes of gold With fear and destruction A haven for none What would it take To force us to act Before visions have faded And hope is worn out Would we strive to be better Could we learn from the past For all of our sins Atonement at last For the sake of our conscience For the sake of our souls To never more suffer Peace without end Or will we pass silent Into the great night When all of our sins Will lie with the dust Tell me their names Tell me their names Look into their eyes And what do you see Do you see their pain And look blindly away Do you hear their voices Do you hear their screams And do you not suffer Do you know no shame All those around you Would banish you away I hope that their cries Haunt you till the end All of your sins You can’t wash away For the sake of our conscience For the sake of our souls To never more suffer Peace without end Or will be pass silent Into the great night When all of our sins Will lie with the dust For the sake of our conscience For the sake of our souls To never more suffer Peace without end

Catatonic a distant hide I left a bone on a toxic lie A demagogue that takes sides Be afraid the state will bite Loss of pain a whipping substitute Were all we really want for you Blind hope is fucking with the dopes that warning when they failed to choose Or you What have you got to do? When the bombs starts breaking In the meantime What have you got to do? When the bombs starts breaking away Loss of frame in syphilitic hopes breeding in reactive stew Blind-eyed in cinematic scope but with frameatic infant news Shift gay the radiation's gay for all the gay want to do Find blows its spending in your loans The money money mades anew For you What have you got to do? When the bomb starts checking in the meantime? What have you got to lose? When the bomb starts plopping away When the bomb starts dropping away Catatonic so blind Waking up for what is happening Labor seems so kind Never watch this, it's not happening Labor seems so blind I don't know why this all happening A vision in A vision in Your vision in is blind The happening is blind Your vision in is blind When the bomb starts dropping away