We find ourselves at the top of the world
No jewels, no gold; only songs, films and words
From the front of the herd we spy the looming cliff
And see mankind heading toward its final abyss
We ask ourselves is this our resting place
To wind up a lesson on how to lose the race
To speak or to follow, it seems a long way down
We open our mouths and truly, we are amazed at the sound
From the back of the pack a timid voice cries what
Who are these forgotten people who seek to change our holy luck
The herd begins to circle as we stand our steady ground
Hand in hand, oh beautiful wife, we wait for mankind to turn around
Who are these people who seek to build a bridge
For 2,000 years weve been guided to this ledge
Our destruction must be or so the Good Book says
No other way has been provided so to doom is our only way
I start to speak but by my side, my muse says no not yet
Mankind must be judged worthy before it can start this third test
I see the implications and all the pros and all the cons
I trust my muse, her strength, her eyes, her soul, her chains, her bonds
The herd completes its circle and in the center we do stand
Two and a few against 6 billion +, a fair fight throughout the land
The herd rushes forward and the hush is replaced by haste
The cliff for now seems forgotten, and in its place looms time and space
No jewels, no gold; only songs, films and words
From the front of the herd we spy the looming cliff
And see mankind heading toward its final abyss
We ask ourselves is this our resting place
To wind up a lesson on how to lose the race
To speak or to follow, it seems a long way down
We open our mouths and truly, we are amazed at the sound
From the back of the pack a timid voice cries what
Who are these forgotten people who seek to change our holy luck
The herd begins to circle as we stand our steady ground
Hand in hand, oh beautiful wife, we wait for mankind to turn around
Who are these people who seek to build a bridge
For 2,000 years weve been guided to this ledge
Our destruction must be or so the Good Book says
No other way has been provided so to doom is our only way
I start to speak but by my side, my muse says no not yet
Mankind must be judged worthy before it can start this third test
I see the implications and all the pros and all the cons
I trust my muse, her strength, her eyes, her soul, her chains, her bonds
The herd completes its circle and in the center we do stand
Two and a few against 6 billion +, a fair fight throughout the land
The herd rushes forward and the hush is replaced by haste
The cliff for now seems forgotten, and in its place looms time and space
