too much has been said about
the end of time
a million pointed fingers
including mine
but when the dusk falls to begin
the august winter we all will have written a verse 
to the final gospel (2x)
so throw up your hands 
to your lord 
for the ability to see and yet not see what we cannot ignore
now i feel there is no hope 
just a clock moving backwards 
ticking away our last chances moving so much faster
i think were already dead!
no matter whats been said!
hell is now and now is hell 
and we will pay for all we did
someone somewhere is laughing so had at how easily things can be taken so very 
hard and still we feed the fire of the coming storm that is human extermination 
taking form
from deep inside my bones 
i feel anticipation burning and when i put my ear to the floor i hear revolution 
and yet i'm ashamed at the simplicity 
of humanity and its mentality 
and how easy this society can be shaped and molded 
into formless mindless clay
too much has been said about
the end of time
a million pointed fingers
including mine
but when the dusk falls to begin
the august winter we all will have written a verse 
to the final gospel