Lyrics:

-We don't know with what weapons world war three will be fought, but world war four will be fought with sticks and stones. This is not the end of predicted danger. It's your disgrace But you made it well, So the world can tell It's your face It's on the fire that burns inside And I see the light The colours of your heart And they're slowly changing The colours of your mind And they're slowly fading It's all in vain, So time does what it will, Try asking whose to blame, For a throw away existence I see...the light, the way Nothing of the past And were disappearing And nothing gonna last The end is nearing [chorus] Changes changing Seven days into nevermore Learning turning, Seven days into nevermore You're a grain of sand In the desert that was mankind I don't understand How all of us are blinded, By the light, blinded Turn another page, and there's no beginning We are just at an age, and time is winning [chorus] Seven days...nevermore, grain of sand You know the score, desert man... He needs one more, seven days to nevermore To nevermore, to nevermore, forevermore