the clock spins on down
time rollin on
hear the dead slouch through the darkness
the light yonder
aint one of dawn
its a burning
a burning in the souls
of man woman and child ever born
to see what shouldn't be seen
to do what shouldn't be be done
man has always been this way
nothing will draw a bigger crowd
than the forbidden fruit
than the pain of another human being
than the most perverse things
mankind's perverse mind can think of
the clock spins on down
time rollin on
age of man being able to destroy himself
the clock of doomsday
is always five minuets to midnight
they have chemical weponds in syria
they have nukes in north korea
aint no grave big enough
aint no funeral pire hot enough
for mans petty spites
for mans thirst for blood
we can put a man on the moon
we can spend billions for a war on drugs
but we dont spend a dime to stop mans fascination with
his own destruction