Everybodys waiting for something to happen
Everybodys waiting for something to see
Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters
Everyones waiting for news on TV
Winding lives at the end of the spiral
Waiting dictators with their next big thrill
Everyones looking, but no one is listening
Everybody wants to be in at the kill
I wait for the signs, they tell me true
I see the signs of the end of time
Everyones searching, but nothings revealing
Everyones looking for the reason why
Everyones hoping for life everafter
Everyones looking at death from the sky
Everyones nightmares are going to happen
Everybodys ripping the mask from their eyes
Everyones praying but no ones believing
Everyones heroes tell everyones lies
I wait for the signs, they tell me true
I see the signs of the end
So I watch and I wait
And I pray for an awnser
An end to the strife and the worlds misery
But the end never came
And were digging the graves
And were loading the guns for the kill
Can the end be at hand?
Is the face in the sand
Future memory of our tragedy?
Can the end be at hand?
Is the face in the sand
Future memory of our tragedy?
So I watch and I wait
And I pray for an awnser
An end to the strife and the worlds misery
But the end never came
And were digging the graves
And were loading the guns for the kill
Can the end be at hand?
Is the face in the sand
Future memory of our tragedy?
Can the end be at hand?
Is the face in the sand
Future memory of our tragedy?