The dawn has come to put your queries aside, I see doom
In the skeptical minds, sucked into this world, of imminent
Growth, that's soon to expand till the dead line the coast

It seems to me

We're fearing God's wrath when it, is our own, no horse-men, just
Our species, to lay waste to our homes a civil death, a chivalry
War, panic like the vermin you bank with, it ends in a thought, not a bang

It'll happen one day coming, not in ways that you'll conceive, not
Seven plagues, this internal hatred bleeds

Behold the wasteland, it breathes. This is oblivion, mans way
Behold the wasteland, it breathes. This is oblivion, mans way

Our politicians will never know a sacrifice, and revolt is the unspoken way
To begin it all, I'm asking who are you... I am anonymous. I'm asking who are you
I am anonymous

It seems to me

And it won't sneak up and be painless, so I will wait with a fistful of patience
And anger exceeding my wildest beliefs, this day means more to me

It seems to me

We're fearing God's wrath when it, is our own, no horse-men, just our species, to lay
Waste to our homes a civil death, a chivalry war, panic like vermin you bank with, it ends
In a thought, not a bang

It'll happen one day coming not in ways that you'll conceive
Not seven plagues, this internal hatred bleeds

Behold the wasteland, it breathes. This is oblivion, mans way
Behold the wasteland, it breathes. This is oblivion, mans way