From far outside   Earth's fragile atmosphere   It's clearly apparent that the end is near   The sleeper wakens and removes   His golden casque   Vital signs return to his quiescent craft.      He is truth - a word to the wise   Gods children are so young   They cannot realise   The difference between extinction   And life is now only a matter of time.      In the beginning was the knowledge   He had carried far across   The great unknown   Millenia have passed since he walked   On the savannah where the seeds   Of life were sown.   Yet even deep in slumber he could hear   His children blunder to destruction   The caretaker of creation placed a fail-safe   At the heart of his construction.      Technologies intended   As mans slaves mutated   Now they are his masters   The trust they place in progress   Only serves to bring   The last days nearer faster.      He is truth - a word to the wise   Gods children are so young   They cannot realise   The difference between extinction   And life is now only a matter of time.      I can see the oceans   Stagnent and overflowing   Filled with man made waste discharged   From my cosmic auditorium   I view this crematorium   That is your world at large   My ears hear the wailing of your children   In a future close at hand   Just as it was before - so it may be again   (If you don't try to understand)...   The seas will rise before your very eyes   Until they swallow up the land   If your polar ice caps melt   The cards are dealt   And you have died by your own hands   I will never help you while you still persist   In acting like you're blameless   I would rather let your species die forgotten   So your folly remains nameless.      He is truth - a word to the wise   Gods children are so young   They cannot realise   The difference between extinction   And life is now only a matter of time.      "When to mischief mortals bend their will   How quick they find the instruments of ill."