Creatures of the night
They all gather at this site
To pray, to wish, to push the light
Into a hole forever
While on the other side
The Sun is shining bright
Over those who chose to stay
To make a stand against the darkness
What is the use of fighting all the time
When all we see is but a single line
That separates us from the monsters' side
When in reality we're all alike?
Waiting in line for the sign of the times
With the end of the world on my shoulders
There are many ways to be, and if only they could see
That the answer to the question is unfolding
Before their eyes
This is where they dwell
All the monsters from hell
Right here, do you see your face
Among them as well?
And right over there
Is where they stand and stare
Looking for someone to blame
Whenever they breathe out their black air
Why can't we find a common ground
And paint the world in shades of gray?
Why do they always point the evil out
And never try to build a better day?
Waiting in line for the sign of the times
With the end of the world on my shoulders
There are many ways to be, and if only they could see
That the answer to the question is unfolding
Before their eyes
Waiting in line for the sign of the times
With the end of the world on my shoulders
There are many ways to be, and if only they could see
That the answer to the question is unfolding
Before their eyes
Waiting in line for the sign of the times
With the end of the world on my shoulders
There are many ways to be, and if only they could see
That the answer to the question is unfolding
Before their eyes