Lyrics:

Our impulses are being redirected. We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that resembles sleep. The poor and the underclass are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent. They have created a repressive society. And we, their unwilling accomplishments. Their intention to rule rests with their annihilation of consciousness.

Somewhere in the end of all this hate
There's a light ahead that shines into this grave
That's in the end of all this pain

In the night ahead
There's a light upon this house on a hill
Living, living still
Their intention is to kill
And they will, they will
But the children are doing fine
I think about them all the time
Until they drink the wine
And they will, they will, they will

Somewhere in the end we're all insane
To think that light ahead will save us from this grave
That's in the end of all this pain

In the night ahead
There's a light upon this house on a hill
Living, living still
Their intention is to kill
And they will, they will
But the children are doing fine
I think about them all the time
Until they drink the wine
And they will, they will, they will

I am not afraid
I won't burn out in this place
My intention is to fade
And I will, I will

In this house on a hill
The dead are living still
Their intention is to kill
And they will, they will
Keep your children safe inside
Out of pocket, out of mind
Until they drink the wine
And they will, they will, they will