Empty visions of a world gone mad paints a picture so revealing
 Through my window dark tomorrow I can hear the sirens wailing
 For the future we are holding on as the ship of fools is sailing

 Such a long time such a long time
 We are waiting for a peace that's lasting
 Reaching upward sliding downward looks like just another
 Cold grey morning

 Hardly breathing hope is fading it's the e nd of the beginning
 Children playing in the empty streets it's a cold grey morning