A service provided, solemn undivided

a scream and a dream, for the lost souls of this earth


a generation screaming for a purpose

a secret pathway from the cradle to rebirth


marked by the masses heading for disaster

considred outlaws in the age of the nuclear bomb


a generation screaming out for violence

its hard to handle when it hits to close to home


chorus

still you pray to a dying man

I dont think I'll ever understand


the storm wont shake us, the maker will make us

a place we can rule on a bright and shimering star


it is an ending fit for Cinderella

they leave all the sinners deep in smoke and tar


then if the end comes build a boat

fill it up with the things they wrote

fill it up before we sink

stay in the boat just wait and pray

pray that the flood will come one day

so you dont have the time to think