So is this the time for redemption?
Could be but, I've used up my chances
We're victims of strange circumstances,
Still having eachother to blame
We're so past the point of salvation,
Still radiant in our former glory
Yet treading unknown territory,
So close to the edge of the world

We pray for the sleepers to waken,
And lie to ourselves that we're not slaves
We speak of revolt on the airwaves,
And lock up our doors from the wolves
So is this the time for redemption?
Could be but, I've used up my chances.
We're victims of strange circumstances,
Still having eachother to blame

We're heading for curious tomorrows,
The arrows of time point to chaos
One last time, our natures betray us,
And force us to meet eye to eye
We pray for the sleepers to waken,
And lie to ourselves that we're not slaves
We speak of revolt on the airwaves,
And lock up our doors from the wolves

So is this the time for redemption?
Could be but, I've used up my chances.
We're victims of strange circumstances,
Still having eachother to blame
We're heading for curious tomorrows,
The arrows of time point to chaos
One last time, our natures betray us,
And force us to meet eye to eye