That angry clock counting Time approaching in on my sweet demise The tick, tick, tick of the incessant roll Counting down my time like a predators growl No quarter No foul We cannot stop this course we've begun Stalking the night Awaking in fright This is my rifle and this is my gun I see machines I see armies marching down these dirty streets These brave young men here to defend It's funny how history repeats Who walks left and who walks right History will choose no side Who is right and who is wrong If god is on your side? The winner writes the histories The facts become a mystery Barrage of complex contraband The truth is slipping through your hands