I once knew a guy, obsessed with the afterlife - Oh what a terrible day that was, he realized he'd wasted all his time - Time was ticking by, and he'd been left behind - And as the clock tick-tocked his heart did stop and everything he had was fucked - And we know not what we do (Can you hear them call?) - Will we ever make it through? - As they watch us fall from the sky to the ground to the see - Woe is me, woe is me, no one will save you now - We can only look away (away!)We'll not be victims there'll be no victims of to speak - And only then will we be free - And up will rise the meek - And when we fall we will fall together - No one will catch us so we'll catch ourselves - And where we roam we will roam forever - No one will understand what we meant - The beaten and the bruised, forsaken, the abused - Oh what a glorious day we'll have rising up and claiming all our dues - The day will come as sure as the ever-setting sun - All of those that self-imposed will find themselves so indisposed - And we know not what we do (Can you hear their call?) - Will we ever make it through? - As they watch us fall from the sky to the ground to the sea - Woe is me, woe is me, no one will save you now - We can only look away (away!) - We will not be victims there'll be no victims of to speak - And only then will we be free - And up will rise the meek - Now, with the line drawn in the wet sand - You need to tell us where to stand - Sitting waiting watching rotting everything they warned us of is true - Now tell me what we're all supposed to do - They're coming after all of us with everything they've got - With the fury of a soldier who will answer to his God - So how will we fight? All we have is logic and love on our side