Sitting round in circles with your xenophobic views One hand open, the other is a fist Haven't seen a change in two hundred thousand years Some things never made it to the list Well on it's way now, the darkest hour that you're thinking of You can't get away from Armageddon that it's bringing us Suspended in a sunbeam in a dark and empty void The sentients upon a pale blue dot See the orrery in motion as the stories shall unfold We failed to see the twist inside the plot Well on it's way now, the darkest hour that you're thinking of You can't get away from Armageddon that it's bringing us Creeping through your window at night Apophis is coming into the light Defenceless as you sit in your room He rattles your keyhole unlocking your doom I started my return, you were still swinging in the trees But soon you'll see my presence in the sky
April thirteen twenty nine Well on it's way now, the darkest hour that you're thinking of You can't get away from Armageddon that it's bringing us Creeping through your window at night Apophis is coming into the light Defenceless as you sit in your room He rattles your keyhole unlocking your doom Well on it's way now, the darkest hour that you're thinking of You can't get away from Armageddon that it's bringing us Creeping through your window at night Apophis is coming into the light Defenceless as you sit in your room He rattles your keyhole unlocking your doom Creeping through your window at night Apophis is coming into the light Defenceless as you sit in your room He rattles your keyhole unlocking . . . unlocking . . . unlocking . . . unlocking . . . unlocking . . .