Lyrics:

Take care of yourself: this is your story
Your voice is shaking the walls, and they’re crumbling down.
But what can I do, ‘cept stand here watching you?
My fearful eyes are paralyzed with visions of tomorrow swept away, and someone’s gonna get burned

We’re leading ourselves down a blind alley
No one to watch over us as we stumble and fall
But, what can I see, ‘cept blind-eyed history?
The Reaper grins at the Saracens who cannot see the writing on the wall; someone’s gonna get burned

I see my Christian Brothers raising angry hands
And though they try to show me, I still don’t understand
‘cause there’s a war going on. Look down in the streets.

We’re clearing the way for a new order
Old ways are losing their hold, now we’ve opened our eyes
But what can I say, ‘cept godspeed anyway?
Our destiny has got to be, and later on they’ll judge you right or wrong

Think about what you’re doin!

Blind alley; we’re going down a blind alley
Blind alley