Its progress has no limits   And neither do the eyes   Of the subterranean cynic   The one who must hide   For all this time   He has chosen a war path   He will end its greed      Feeling, beings, feeling   Nothing      He will set its limit   For his future has no home   The snake is in the garden   He goes on alone   He's in its yesterdays, he's seen it rise   Escaped by thinking twice, he lives so it must die      He's the mystic he's the one   He the seasons it's the sun   He's the moon you're its need   He will make it bleed   He's the moon it is the sun   He'll eclipse all that it's done   He'll bring renewal through destruction   He will make it see      This is a warning of no compromise   The arrogant will be made humble   The ignorant will be made wise