The people have all gone home,
The lights have turned off and the night is getting old.
The kings of the times,
Silenced with every note.
People need to realize, times are not afloat.
The night grows darker...
It becomes harder and harder to see...
It’s hard to tell you from me.
Nations fight…
Secrets are withheld.
The fight for justice begins…
With the signal from hell.
Oh I see it now, it all came true.
Dear my lord, it finally came through.
Morning arrives and I see it well.
Get out, get out, this isn’t hell.
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