All you people, come with me

To Scenic Nevermore

A place where doubt is driven out

And when it rains, it pours

The world you're in cannot begin

To tell you what's in store

It's hard to dream while following

Your feet across the floor

So break one last restriction

Then break free of all the strings

If you won't hear your own fears, baby

You won't hear a thing



All you people, listen close

It's time you heard the news

You're out of gas, you're falling fast

Your youth is not amused

Isn't hope a kind of dope?

And can't it be abused?

A vice is nice, but my advice

To winners is to lose

So kick one last addiction

Then kick back and start to sing

If you don't own your own bones, baby

You don't own a thing



All you people, gather 'round

The time has now arrived

To have some fun, to overrun

To marvel and survive

Life is short, tear down the fort

The dead can't be revived

That is, unless, your second guess

Is twice as good as mine

So make one last prediction

Then may Chaos be your King

If you can't see you're only maybe

You can't see a thing