There you go
Off to heaven now, where things have gotten slow
I've been told
That it's filling up, no room for anymore
They're scratching at the skin, itchin to begin
What will you do now that things are all in doubt
Can you see the last looking at our past
It's all turning wrong, the weak are getting strong
But we're not
So they say
Our time is all used up and time we have to pay
Now to do
Exactly everything that's been done to you
They're scratching at the skin, itchin to begin
Where will you go now that things are all in doubt
What do you think they'll say when looking back this way
It's all turning wrong, the weak are getting strong
But we're not