Everyone's waiting for something to happen   Everybody's waiting for something to see   Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters   Everyone's waiting for news on TV      Winding lives at the end of the spiral   Waiting dictators with their next big thrill   Everyone's looking but no one is listening   Everybody wants to be in at the kill      I wait for the signs, they tell me true   I see the signs of the end time      Everyone's searching but nothing's revealing   Everyone's looking for the reason why   Everyone's hoping for life everafter   Everyone's looking at death from the sky      Everyone's nightmares are going to happen   Everybody's ripping the mask from their eyes   Everyone's praying but no one's believing   Everybody's heroes tell everyone's lies      I wait for the signs, they tell me true   I see the signs of the end      So I watch and I wait and I pray for an answer   An end to the strife and the world's misery   But the end never came and we're digging the graves   And we're loading the guns for the kill      Can the end be at hand?   Is the face in the sand, future memory of our tragedy?   Can the end be at hand?   Is the face in the sand, future memory of our tragedy?      So I watch and I wait and I pray for an answer   An end to the strife and the world's misery   But the end never came and we're digging the graves   And we're loading the guns for the kill      Can the end be at hand?   Is the face in the sand, future memory of our tragedy?   Can the end be at hand?   Is the face in the sand, future memory of our tragedy?   Ohh ohh ohh