| Who were the first who wanted far too much |
| More than what he had earned or deserved |
| All we believed and thought was truth is lost |
| And our vision’s been clouded and blurred |
| Hundreds of years we’ve been |
| Chasing illusions to the grave |
| All things confined into just three dimensions |
| You’d better build a dam before the wave |
| Our final chance will come |
| Between the fire and rain |
| The time for change is done |
| It’s time to fight our way |
| The meek get the Earth |
| But the brave will find the strength to be the thieves |
| One final chance will come |
| To make the changes in me |
| Young people find themselves deserted and lost |
| Embracing the bottle as a son |
| They won’t believe the unbelievable cost |
| Of chasing a lost illusion |
| Hundreds of years we’ve been |
| Chasing illusions to the grave |
| All things confined into just three dimensions |
| You’d better build a dam before the wave |
| Our final chance will come |
| Between the fire and rain |
| The time for change is done |
| It’s time to fight our way |
| The meek get the Earth |
| But the brave will find the strength to be the thieves |
| One final chance will come |
| To make the changes in me |
| A world war beginning |
| Don’t look to see who’s winning |
| The bad and good together |
| To live and die forever |
| My God, the time has come |
| To let some peace got in the way |
| Hundreds of years we’ve been |
| Chasing illusions to the grave |
| All things confined into just three dimensions |
| You’d better build a dam before the wave |
| Our final chance will come |
| Between the fire and rain |
| The time for change is done |
| It’s time to fight our way |
| The meek get the Earth |
| But the brave will find the strength to be the thieves |
| One final chance will come |
| To make the changes in me |