Kill this notion   Everyone's dying   We must flee this island quickly   Look at us wasting precious seconds   Just push the weak aside.   They'll bleed out underwater   Run run run run run   Before you get your chance to meet the maker   You'd better give him reason   To guide you on your way home   And if you're in your Sundays best he'll let you in his chariot to ride along with Bacchus   Please God   They all gasped in time   Show us a sign   Bow before me   Bow before me   Time is fleeting   Brothers I am   Here to save you   Time is fleeting   For now you are the lucky ones   Pretend that this never happened I will lift you from this foul soil