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The writing on the wall

Is cracking at the seams

Like an epitaph

With an autograph

And every man

Filled with nightmares, not dreams

Is on a broken path

With no way back

The seeds of time were sown, Then left in the hands of fools

When no one follows rules, They become destruction's tools

The silence will scream

Out of the mist

The cold wind blows

Twenty first century, Fate unknown

Apocalypse

Is all we grow

Twenty first century, Fate unknown

And everywhere, no more truth, no more trust

Too many wars to blame, no world left to save

Ashes to ash, and rust into dust

Too afraid to face the poison in our veins

The seeds of time were sown, Then left in the hands of fools

When no one follows rules, They become destruction's tools

The silence will scream

An iron fist

The cold wind blows

Twenty first century, Fate unknown

Apocalypse

Is all we grow

Twenty first century, Fate unknown