We scheme in tunnel vision   Real slow   On target   We breath through an incision   Real deep   Real long      We are revolution   We're leading our wake   Into unknown   We heed no evolution   Recording our ways   In maps of stone      We come in silent wonder   Take hold   Root down   We breed a simple blunder   Dead city   Dead town      We are revolution   We're leading our wake   Into unknown   We heed no evolution   Recording our ways   In maps of stone      Welcome to our time   I feed your telephone   I hear it ringing   Wake up