Lyrics XXV, Pt. 1 - Pallas

XXV, Pt. 1

Cling on to life, cling on to hope
Cling to your future on the end of a burning rope
Should you choose to light the fuse
And ignore that for which I labour
I’ll see you burning bright
In the night sky of your neighbours
Is this the final act of your sad and sorry play
You took our gift of Paradise and you threw it all awa
Like a mini supernova you’ll be over in a flash
Turn your history, your culture and your children into ash…
Twenty five true honest men
To rule your world with wisdom
We can all begin again
Give me Twenty Five, good honest men
We’ve saved your world before
We can save you once again…
I am no God, I am just a man
But your reticence to listen, calls for a totally different plan
I have a mission to judge you,
From a higher intellectual plain
To decide if you are worthy, if your existence will remain
You must cease the endless bickering and find a different way
If you fail to heed these warnings, I will sweep you all away
You have twenty five short hours to comply with all I say
Any semblance of a failure and this will be your final day
Give me Twenty Five true honest men
None can corrupt or interrupt
In pursuance of this plan
Just Twenty Five to dedicate their lives
To lead you, to guide you, to a future filled with light