| Everybody’s waiting for something to happen. |
| Everybody’s waiting for something
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| to see
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| Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters. |
| Everyone’s waiting for news on TV
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| Winding lives at the end of the spiral. |
| Waiting dictators with their next big
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| thrill
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| Everyone’s looking but no one is listening. |
| Everybody wants to be in at the kill
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| I wait for the signs, they tell me true. |
| I see the signs of the end time
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| Everyone’s searching but nothing’s revealing. |
| Everyone’s looking for the reason
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| why
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| Everyone’s hoping for life everafter. |
| Everyone’s looking at death from the sky
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| Everyone’s nightmares are going to happen. |
| Everybody’s ripping the mask from
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| their eyes
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| Everyone’s praying but no one’s believing. |
| Everybody’s heroes tell everyone’s
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| lies
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| I wait for the signs, they tell me true. |
| I see the signs of the end time
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| So I watch and I wait. |
| And I pray for an answer
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| An end to the strife and the world’s misery. |
| But the end never came
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| And we’re digging the graves. |
| And we’re loading the guns for the kill
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| Can the end be at hand? |
| Is the face in the sand?
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| Future memory of our tragedy
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| Can the end be at hand? |
| Is the face in the sand?
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| Future memory of our tragedy
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| So I watch and I wait. |
| And I pray for an awnser
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| An end to the strife and the world’s misery. |
| But the end never came
|
| And we’re digging the graves. |
| And we’re loading the guns for the kill
|
| Can the end be at hand? |
| Is the face in the sand?
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| Future memory of our tragedy
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| Can the end be at hand? |
| Is the face in the sand?
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| Future memory of our tragedy |