| Is everyone afraid? |
| Is everyone ashamed? |
| They’re running towards their holes to find out |
| Apocalyptic means are lost amongst our dead |
| A message to our friends to get out |
| There’s wages on this fear |
| Oh so clear |
| Depends on what you’ll pay to hear |
| They’re bound to kill us all |
| In white-washed halls |
| The jackals lick their paws |
| Please don’t stop |
| It’s lonely at the top |
| These lonely days |
| When will they ever stop? |
| This doomsday clock tickin' in my heart |
| Not broken |
| I love life everyday |
| In each and every way |
| Khafka would be proud, to find out |
| I’m certain of the end, |
| It’s the means that has me spooked |
| It takes an unknown truth to get out |
| I’m guessing that i’m born free, silly me I was meant to beg from my knees |
| Please don’t stop |
| It’s lonely at the top |
| These lonely days |
| Wwhen will they ever stop? |
| This doomsday clock ticking in my heart |
| These lonely days when will they ever stop? |
| We gotta dig in Gas masks on Wait in the sunshine, all bug-eyed |
| If this is living? |
| Sakes alive! |
| Well then they can’t win, no one survives |
| Is everyone afraid? |
| You should be ashamed |
| Apocalyptic screams mean nothing to the dead |
| Kissing that ol' sun to know all there is Come onn, last call! |
| You should want it all! |
| Ah, it’s lonely at the top |
| These lonely days when will they ever stop? |
| This doomsday clock |
| Ticking in my heart |
| These lonely days when will they ever stop? |
| This ticking in my heart |
| Is everyone afraid? |