| Lyrics: | Music by: Michael Wilton
Lyrics by: Geoff Tate
I remember I was asking why
And
someday you said I'd know
All these years, of fighting hard
And now it's finally come too
close
I can't believe it's now happening to me
Oh, couldn't it wait a few hundred
years
Destiny can't rest you see, now it's time
Time to cry your tears! Now
cry!
The child of centuries, forgotten in time
You talk in circles of
rhyme
Seer of places future and past
The warning you gave us is surely our
last
Warning!
Behold the child, his pointing hand
Is raised in solemn
grace
His eyes once wide with learning wonder
Now leave stains upon his
face
Now see the hands of the working man
He's leaning back against the
wall
Once busy hands are idle now
Standing ready for the fall! Our fall!
The
signs will come as days past by
For those that claim to see
The blind will stay not
choosing to die
Not believing the visions I've seen
Warning!
Hope
these lyrics help.
Later.
Jeremy L.
Hart
[email protected]
Some assorted quotes:
"Jesus doesn't have TIME to
act as a diaphragm!"
"Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a proctologist!"
"I am Conner
MacLeod, of the Clan MacLeod, and I cannot die!"
"You ugly, red, source of all evil!"
And
finally,
"I'd just like to say that this is the first time we've ever
played this song in
a supermarket."
- Les Claypool of Primus, Oct. 12, 1991 at
the Unicorn, Houston, TX |
