Survival is not guaranteed in strange, tumultuous times When the quest of our humanity strays from the narrow line The cause of world insanities rests deeply on the few Whose self-inflicted vanities require your servitude In days of lies and subterfuge are times most opportune To drain the living aptitude from those who feel entombed A species cannot tolerate predation from within With power indiscriminate and lack of discipline So with the captains of these mighty nations awash in a sea of blind mistrust
The man on the street receives information designed to conceal the obvious Throughout this madness, an offer of true and lasting peace To soldier and philosopher, demoniac and priest And when the curtain falls around us in megaton torment Because the kings of men have failed again in obscene impudence It will only be the ending of a strange, tumultuous dream For those who've found the Saviour, waiting and willing