too much has been said about  the end of time  a million pointed fingers  including mine  but when the dusk falls to begin  the august winter we all will have written a verse   to the final gospel [2x]  so throw up your hands   to your lord   for the ability to see and yet not see what we cannot ignore  now i feel there is no hope   just a clock moving backwards   ticking away our last chances moving so much faster  i think were already dead!  no matter whats been said!  hell is now and now is hell   and we will pay for all we did  someone somewhere is laughing so had at how easily things can be taken so very   hard and still we feed the fire of the coming storm that is human extermination   taking form  from deep inside my bones   i feel anticipation burning and when i put my ear to the floor i hear revolution   and yet i'm ashamed at the simplicity   of humanity and its mentality   and how easy this society can be shaped and molded   into formless mindless clay  too much has been said about  the end of time  a million pointed fingers  including mine  but when the dusk falls to begin  the august winter we all will have written a verse   to the final gospel