Now it's come to thisIt's like we're back in the Dark AgesFrom the Middle East to the Middle WestIt's a world of superstition
Now it's come to thisWide-eyed armies of the faithfulFrom the Middle East to the Middle WestPray, and pass the amunition
So many people think that wayYou gotta watch what you sayTo them and them, and others tooWho don't seem to see to things the way you do
We can only grow the way the wind blowson a bare and weathered shoreWe can only bow to the here and nowIn our elemental war
We can only go the way the wind blowsWe can only bow to the here and nowOr be broken down blow by blow
Now it's come to thisHollow speeches of mass deceptionFrom the Middle East to the Middle WestLike crusaders in a holy alliance
Now it's come to thisLike we're back in the dark agesFrom the Middle East to the Middle WestIt's a plague that resists our science
It seems to leave them partly blindAnd they leave no child behindWhile evil spirits haunt their sleepWhile shepherds bless and count their sheep
Like the solitary pineOn a bare wind blasted shoreWe can only grow the way the wind blows