The way that I see it, some need mending
I'm beyond repair
I live in light of the unending
Torments clear
The cloud of unknowing hides those sacred stairs
Climb high enough to breathe heavens tasteless air
Hush your lips, you cannot see what don't exist
Yeah
I got a few good things I think that I should know
Don't be a fool to refuse their antidote
Remember that flying disc you spied
Follow it with tight clenched closed eyes
Hush your lips, you cannot see what don't exist
No way to take it that's not a loss
They control whether right or wrong
They'll kill us all in nuclear holocaust
Sign of the times, the end is nigh
As mortal men we all must die
As mortal men we all must
Die