Judgment day arrives
Full of demons we're alive
Flee with the instinct to hide
Flee while the honesty is white
The price is too high
For the beggar to buy
Flee with the poor man's savior

The policy is in
Voice a choice for nothing
Fall for the hand upheld
Fall into the wishing well
The land mirages to the right
Vertigo in this light
Fall for the shadow's keeper

This apocalyptic knife
Births new callousness to life
Fighting for an angel's race
Fighting to surpass the waste
Kings are peasants at last
But can we fortify the past
Fighting for the answer that dies alone