Look at the sky above your head
nothing can stop the drifting sun.
He’s waiting outside the hole,
but you don’t know what you have done.
Everyone thinks you are the best,
champion of any hopeless cause.
He’s waiting outside the hole.
Somebody is drawing a bow.
What kind of wall you must build
to slow the waves of wrath.
There’s no way out for your soul,
it sounds like a crash.
The moment of truth has just arrived,
you’ve got to wield your flaming sword.
Maybe it will be the last time;
someone is writing your song.
What kind of wall you must build
to slow the waves of wrath.
There’s no way out for your soul,
it sounds like a crash.
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