from endless nigthmare distorted future combine the essence, embrace life for what is worth anyway
awake!
the tide is turning, our time is nigh our mother's retribution, we'll choke on our breath
from eternal slumber pull down curtains stop pointing fingers, think a while we're all in same shit anyway
blinded by own sight confused by our own mind consumed by our own hate just pray for a quick end
the tide is turning, our time is nigh our mother's retribution, we'll choke on our breath the tide is turning, our time is nigh our mother's retribution, we'll feel her wrath