All you people, come with meTo Scenic NevermoreA place where doubt is driven outAnd when it rains, it poursThe world you're in cannot beginTo tell you what's in storeIt's hard to dream while followingYour feet across the floorSo break one last restrictionThen break free of all the stringsIf you won't hear your own fears, babyYou won't hear a thingAll you people, listen closeIt's time you heard the newsYou're out of gas, you're falling fastYour youth is not amusedIsn't hope a kind of dope?And can't it be abused?A vice is nice, but my adviceTo winners is to loseSo kick one last addictionThen kick back and start to singIf you don't own your own bones, babyYou don't own a thingAll you people, gather 'roundThe time has now arrivedTo have some fun, to overrunTo marvel and surviveLife is short, tear down the fortThe dead can't be revivedThat is, unless, your second guessIs twice as good as mineSo make one last predictionThen may Chaos be your KingIf you can't see you're only maybeYou can't see a thing