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The dreams wait in the mirror for a bluebird from the moon
to fire up the dreamer... and knit them in a scheme
that rolls out of the mind like a scroll unfolding time
No one knows what’s waiting down in the mine
For centuries, the lords of darkness... held The World in sway
They caused the wars and famines that came upon the land
They treated us like livestock, and they herded us in pens
Now their time has come, and what happens?
It depends...
The messengers are in the sky
We know the moment is at hand
The World is trembling with fear
The archetypes of change are here
Judgment Day is coming,
There is time to make amends
But... how will it happen?
It depends... It depends...
on how much you resist it,
It depends on what you do
before the final curtain
comes down on top of you
Can they make a getaway
and slip right out of town?
Can they evade the Lord of Hosts
Before he makes them Hungry Ghosts?
It depends... It depends.... It depends...
You’re going to be a windsock on a sunken pirate ship,
but the wind won’t be a factor, so far down the tidal drift
I don’t know where it’s coming from or where it’s gonna go
It’s like a gift I can’t control. Why do you want to know?
The daily bread’s no longer fresh, I put it in a sock
to help protect my life and limbs if I run out of clock
because the time is coming when I won’t be into time
So I can set it days ahead and live the life sublime
The messengers are in the sky
We know the moment is at hand
The World is trembling with fear
The archetypes of change are here
Judgment Day is coming,
There’s time to make amends
But... how’s it going to happen?
It depends... It depends...
on how much you resist it,
It depends on what you do
before the final curtain
comes down on top of you
Can they make a getaway
and slip right out of town?
Can they evade the Lord of Hosts
Before he makes them Hungry Ghosts?
It depends... It depends.... It depends...
I made a lot of contacts, and I made a lot of scenes
I could always stretch the moment and live beyond my means
Breaking hearts was easy, but fixing them was not
I could not go off the script, or else I’d lose the plot
They told me I would like it here, and I would get along
I’ve had some time to think it through, it turns out they were wrong
It’s batshit crazy... wall to wall... as far as I can see
What’s the point of anything... if you are never free?
The messengers are in the sky
We know the moment is at hand
The World is trembling with fear
The archetypes of change are here
Judgment Day is coming,
There’s time to make amends
But... how’s it going to happen?
It depends... It depends...
on how much you resist it,
It depends on what you do
before the final curtain
comes down on top of you
Can they make a getaway
and slip right out of town?
Can they evade the Lord of Hosts
Before he makes them Hungry Ghosts?
It depends... It depends.... It depends...
