It's gonna be a wasteland
It's gonna be a dark and narrow road
It's gonna be a fire
It's gonna be a heat you've never known

It's gonna be a wasteland
It's gonna be a gray dawn
Gray like the winter
A thousand years lost and gone

Keeping time with the clicking of your tongue against
your teeth Spelling words you used to know
to mean such things
Keeping time with your twitching fingers worn
from the disease Like humanity a cancer
never sow more than we reap

(If you could hear what I hear
The whole world moving at the same time)