When you’ve been fooling the world for a really long time.
You get really convinced that you’ll never get caught.
You get lazy and reckless... and you let yourself down.
When the apocalypse... rides into town
It uncovers and reveals everything you’ve concealed
It exposes your lies... to the eyes of the world
You try to turn the tide, but you’re already on the ride
of the wave that’s about to destroy you.
For everyone who’s doing wrong, the outcome is the same.
You are always far too late to have an impact on the game.
You’re just the choice ingredient that starts the dumpster fire
of that missing photo finish that got nowhere near the wire.
Here is the apocalypse delivered to your door.
You may not remember that it’s what you came here for.
All those countless people who are dreaming in the sea
of recollections dancing on the waves of memory
It gets harder to convey all the things you cannot say,
worshipping the things you hid from the light of day
that’s in every vacant face that no one can trace
because it’s always in the last place that you look.
I have been waiting all of my life for this moment to arrive,
peering through the foliage of endless shuck and jive,
and now to see it happen when I thought it never would...
It’s like the hallelujah fire that burns down Hollywood
I’m too strong... to go along... with poisoning the glass
that reflects the trim, on Jungle Jims, where Satan shakes his ass.
I held the thought that I can’t be bought, and then what do you see?
Sometimes God will spot you, and then he sets you free.
Here is the apocalypse delivered to your door.
You may not remember that it’s what you came here for.
All those countless people who are dreaming in the sea
of recollections dancing on the waves of memory
Somewhere in this wilderness of software and machines,
there’s a robot being born with nightmare in its genes.
It used to be a humanoid till Talmudic Slavers came.
Now it’s out to kill us all, and give Palestine the blame
I’ve been alive in overdrive... till every line got crossed.
Then Eden was left bleeding from a violent assault
on natural good and brotherhood. These are the parts we lost,
and the parts we had to find when we saw what it had cost.
Here is the apocalypse delivered to your door.
You may not remember that it’s what you came here for,
all those countless people who are dreaming in the sea
of recollections dancing on the waves of memory.
All those countless people who are dreaming in the sea
of recollections dancing, on the waves of memory.
