Music: Steer)

(Lyrics: Walker)



Don't claim to be a prophet

Don't claim to read the stars

But I can see a future

Mapped out in scars

Look to the skies

Keep praying to your gods

Your only salvation

Will come in the shape of the bomb



No clockwork orange

The doom watch ticks

There's no second coming

Only final conflict

Blind pessimism?

Only time will tell

The cold hard reality

Is that this world had gone to hell



And this is where I belong

In my room one zero one

As I sit here all alone

In my own private year zero



These numbers branded

Embedded in the mind

How can your herald a future

When it's already arrived?

Keep looking to the skies

Keep waiting for your lord

You fools there's no second coming

To redeem you all



And this is where I belong

In my room one zero one

As I sit here all alone

In my own private year zero



(leads)



Don't claim to be a prophet

Don't claim to sight the stars

But I can read the future

In anguished mental scars

I have no faith

In anything that you hold dear

The future is ours

Only in sweat and tears

And this is where I belong

In my room one zero one

As I sit here all alone

In my own private year zero



And this is where I belong

In my room one zero one

As I sit here all alone

In my own private year zero