It's gonna be a wasteland, it's gonna be a dark and narrow road
It's gonna be a fire, it's gonna be a heat you've never known
It's gonna be a wasteland, it's gonna be a gray, gray dawn
Gray like the winter, a thousand years, lost and gone
Keeping time with the clicking of your tongue against your teeth
Spelling words you used to know to mean such things
Keeping time with your twitching fingers worn from the disease
Like humanity, a cancer - we never sow more than we reap
And the earth, that old man
Shrugging us off of his shoulders
If you could hear what I hear
The whole world moving at the same time
Keeping time with the clicking of your tongue against your teeth
Spelling words you used to know to mean such things
Like L-O-V-E
When the light in your eyes goes out for the last time
When your hands are tied pale on pale and mind on mind
When your body is swollen with blood and ocean floor is swollen with sun
When the light in your eyes goes out for the last time
When your mind is open
