Now it's your turn to watch — it's your turn to see Your morals are diseased And your promises, your fucking promises Where will you go and what will you say? You live the unspoken dream All of those who have listened and all of those who obeyed There will be a time to think for ourselves and love for ourselves And there will be no light — there will be no light Fuck you — don't you lie to me Descending grace is gone, this fear of war These words are always true; you'll wish you never knew These words speak truth, enjoy your fucking chains — the tide is drawing near