Take care of yourself, this is your story
Your voice is shakin' the walls, and they're crumbling down
But what can I do except stand here watching you
My fearful eyes are paralyzed with visions of tomorrows swept away

And someone's gonna get burned

We're leading ourselves down a blind alley
No one to watch over us as we stumble and fall
But what can I see, except all your history
A reaper grim sent saracens who cannot see the writing on the walls

And someone's gonna get burned

I see my christian brothers raising angry hands
And though they try show me, I still don't understand
‘Cause there's a war going on
And you're down in the streets

We’re clearing the way for a new order
Old ways are losing their hold, now we’ve opened our eyes
But what can I say, except godspeed anyway?
Our destiny has got to be, and later on they’ll judge you right or wrong

Think about what you’re doin!

Blind alley, you're going down a blind alley
Blind alley, you're going down a blind alley