Many times this world has been my playground 

An endless field of images, not too profound 

I let you read between the lines, if you think you can 

Part of someone's grand design of 

Sainthood, childhood....Slipping through our fingers.... 

There it is in black and white for you to shout out loud 

But all those empty promises just sow more seeds of doubt 

Let my vision smother you in heartache 

It freezes like the venom from a rattlesnake 


It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same 

It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again 

There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood 

The betting man has played his hand 

He's waiting.....waiting 


Look for me in everything material 

live and breathe philosophy and spiritual escape 

You'll find me in the films and in the theatres 

Through the minds of novelists and orators 


It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same 

It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again 

There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood 

The betting man has played his hand 

He's waiting for the flood 


You walked with me before, you know 

We crossed this land before, you know 

You talked with me before, you know 

You held my hand before, you know 


It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same 

It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again 

There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood 

The betting man has played and we're just 

Waiting for the flood 

You followed me too far and it's too late to turn around 

You followed me too far to stop the world from being drowned 

There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood 

The betting man has played and we're just 

Waiting for the flood