Open your eyes, disasters are waiting to happen
Frozen in time, like an anvil over your head
Tell me who'll wait while the gates are unlocked
For the mourners, who'll dance, who'll dance
The patterns are clear
Only you can appear to address them
They're open armed with deceit not too far behind themWhen it all becomes clear
Only you will be able to stop them
In their tracks, in their tracks
Disciples will gather
As your enemies shatter around you
And you call
Heaven knows