From the album Preposthumous
The time has come to play my hand,
My post-apocalyptic stand,
Forever be your lover man.
Come the rising sun
A new day has begun
The armies of the young
Have taken over.
Rough is the road and dark the night
There is no moon to spread her light
Upon the path from wrong to right.
The noise of people on the street,
The rat-a-tat-tat of marching feet,
The drummers laying down the beat.
The rushing tide of history
Sweeping aside what used to be
Likewise decides for you and me.
Are you prepared to open your eyes?
Or are you afraid to realize
The fools mistaken for the wise?