The sparks of the rage a hundred years on The voice of the dreamer screams, the of the pawn The King and the Queen are gone, each is the same The between us is a part of the game
Darkness is spreading like a on the sun The are the living in the age of the gun While everyone clamors for the justice they The world is corrupted and the take the weak
mold you and shape you, they watch what you do The sparks of the are burnin' you through like wildfire, fallin' like rain Though they may promise, they bring pain
The is managed, and your freedom's a joke You don't know the difference as you put on the The less that you the more you fall into place A cog in the wheel, there is no soul in face
Run for the cover, Millennium's Bearing the of confusion and fear like wildfire, fallin' like rain Though they may promise, only bring pain
in the sand, a cry in the street Now the is nearly complete Ten thousand years, and nothing was No turning back, now the has turned
Big Brother is watching and he likes what he A world for the taking, when he's ready to The King and the are gone, each piece is the same The difference between us is a of the game
Soothsayer saying now tell me no is this madness that is filling the skies Spreading like wildfire, like rain Though they may promise, they bring pain