Lyrics
The World is on the brink of going down the drain
There are so many reasons. It’s too hard to explain
The mind got under matter, and it made us insane
Now ghost whores from Pluto are pulling a train
It seems you can go so far before it all turns back
Once you were home free. Now you’re on the rack.
To be a powerful leader, you need only two things
Looking good in public and pulling people’s strings
The New Age is here, and it’s all gonna change
The whirlwind is coming, and it’s gonna get strange
It’s gonna get strange, and it’s gonna get worse
You want the details? You want chapter and verse?
The New Age is here, and it’s all gonna change
The whirlwind is coming, and it’s gonna get strange
The World’s been going backwards for more than a spell
It’s all about the action, don’t buy what you can’t sell
They made money into God when the moneychanger came
and then made butt-hurt a virtue and turned Tarzan into Jane
When integrity goes south, well then, Love will travel too
When The Higher Mind is hidden, the carnal mind will do
You can’t tell nobody nothing. They’ve heard it all before.
It’s got to be the way they want, or they will start a war
The New Age is here, and it’s all gonna change
The whirlwind is coming, and it’s gonna get strange
It’s gonna get strange, and it’s gonna get worse
You want the details? You want chapter and verse?
The New Age is here, and it’s all gonna change
The whirlwind is coming, and it’s gonna get strange
I saw the troops of many armies fighting in the sand
I saw the dogs of war, licking their dark master’s hand
I saw the ocean’s rise, and I saw the winds grow still
I saw The World transform itself. It gave me quite a chill
Then I saw his angels soar from the portal of The Sun
I heard the horns of heaven sound with hope for everyone
I saw the very Son of God, shining in the living light.
restoring truth and order. Everything was made right
The New Age is here, and it’s all gonna change
The whirlwind is coming, and it’s gonna get strange
It’s gonna get strange, and it’s gonna get worse
You want the details? You want chapter and verse?
The New Age is here, and it’s all gonna change
The whirlwind is coming, and it’s gonna get strange
and then it will be golden... golden and free
If you can’t see it now, you’re gonna have to wait and see
You’re gonna have to wait and see
ADDENDUM;
GROK did a tryptish hellspace Bosch-style on the lyrics. I thought I would include it. It reads very much like the sort of thing I used to write in earlier days when Patrick Willis did a lot of my work=
Left panel (The Drain):
A colossal porcelain toilet spirals downward into a crimson abyss, its rim lined with tiny crowned moneychangers counting coins that melt into blood. Ghost-whores from Pluto—pale, eyeless, with locomotive wheels for legs—pull a train of chained human torsos across a cracked desert of broken clocks. Their mouths exhale black smoke that forms the words “MIND UNDER MATTER.” Above, a giant brain in a birdcage drips mercury onto the procession, driving the damned to gnaw their own shadows.
Center panel (The Rack of Leaders):
A naked emperor stands on a stage of mirrors, his body stitched from campaign posters. From his fingertips dangle marionette strings that pierce the skulls of a thousand kneeling voters, their eyes replaced by spinning slot-machine reels. Behind him, a hybrid Tarzan-Jane—half loincloth, half lace—rides a mechanical ape whose chest opens to reveal a cathedral of slot machines. Butt-hurt cherubs with bandaged feelings fire arrows of pure grievance into the crowd. In the sky, a whirlwind shaped like a question mark swallows cities whole, vomiting out inverted skyscrapers that grow roots into the clouds.
Right panel (The Golden Portal):
The same whirlwind now glows gold. From its eye erupts the Sun as a living portal—its surface a writhing host of trumpet-blowing angels whose wings are pages of scripture. The Son of God, radiant and androgynous, descends on a ladder of molten light, each rung a healed paradox: clocks running backward into dawn, oceans receding into vineyards, dogs of war licking the hands of children. At the bottom, the damned rise reborn—ghost-whores transformed into luminous seraphs, marionette strings now golden threads weaving a new heaven and earth. A single tree grows upside-down from the sky, its roots drinking starlight, its fruit tiny bells that ring “WAIT AND SEE.”
