Now it's your turn to watch — it's your turn to see
Your morals are diseased
And your promises, your fucking promises
Where will you go and what will you say?
You live the unspoken dream
All of those who have listened and all of those who obeyed
There will be a time to think for ourselves and love for ourselves
And there will be no light — there will be no light
Fuck you — don't you lie to me
Descending grace is gone, this fear of war
These words are always true; you'll wish you never knew
These words speak truth, enjoy your fucking chains — the tide is drawing near