(Kerry Livgren / Steve Walsh)

The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on

The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn

The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same

The difference between us is a part of the game

Darkness is spreading like a spot on the sun

The dead are the living in the age of the gun

While everyone clamors for the justice they seek

The world is corrupted and the strong take the weak

They mold you and shape you, they watch what you do

The sparks of the tempest are burnin' you through

Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain

Though they may promise, they only bring pain

The future is managed, and your freedom's a joke

You don't know the difference as you put on the yoke

The less that you know the more you fall into place

A cog in the wheel, there is no soul in your face

Run for the cover, Millennium's here

Bearing the standard of confusion and fear

Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain

Though they may promise, they only bring pain

Blood in the sand, a cry in the street

Now the cycle is nearly complete

Ten thousand years, and nothing was learned

No turning back, now the wheel has turned

Big Brother is watching and he likes what he sees

A world for the taking, when he's ready to squeeze

The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same

The difference between us is a part of the game

Soothsayer saying now tell me no lies

What is this madness that is filling the skies

Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain