[Walker/Steer]
DON'T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET,
DON'T CLAIM TO READ THE STARS,
BUT I CAN SEE A FUTURE,
MAPPED OUT IN
SCARS,
LOOK TO THE SKIES,
KEEP PRAYING TO YOUR GODS,
YOUR ONLY SALVATION,
WILL COME IN THE SHAPE OF THE BOMB,
NO
CLOCKWORK ORANGE,
THE DOOM WATCH TICKS,
THERE'S NO SECOND COMING,
ONLY FINAL CONFLICT,
BLIND PESSIMISM?
ONLY TIME WILL
TELL,
THE COLD HARD REALITY,
IS THAT THIS WORLD HAS GONE TO HELL,
AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO
ONE,
AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE,
IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO,
THESE NUMBERS BRANDED,
EMBEDDED IN THE MIND,
HOW CAN YOU
HERALD A FUTURE,
WHEN IT'S ALREADY ARRIVED?
KEEP LOOKING TO THE SKIES,
KEEP WAITING FOR YOUR LORD,
YOU FOOLS THERE'S NO SECOND
COMING,
TO REDEEM YOU ALL,
AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO ONE,
AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE,
IN MY OWN
PRIVATE YEAR ZERO,
DON'T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET,
DON'T CLAIM TO SIGHT THE STARS,
BUT I CAN READ THE FUTURE,
IN ANGUISHED
MENTAL SCARS,
I HAVE NO FAITH,
IN ANYTHING THAT YOU HOLD DEAR,
THE FUTURE IS OURS,
ONLY IN SWEAT AND TEARS,
AND THIS IS
WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO ONE,
AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE,
IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO,