Music by: Michael Wilton

Lyrics by: Geoff Tate



I remember I was asking why

And someday you said I'd know

All these years, of fighting hard

And now it's finally come too close



I can't believe it's now happening to me

Oh, couldn't it wait a few hundred years

Destiny can't rest you see, now it's time

Time to cry your tears! Now cry!



The child of centuries, forgotten in time

You talk in circles of rhyme

Seer of places future and past

The warning you gave us is surely our last



Warning!



Behold the child, his pointing hand

Is raised in solemn grace

His eyes once wide with learning wonder

Now leave stains upon his face



Now see the hands of the working man

He's leaning back against the wall

Once busy hands are idle now

Standing ready for the fall! Our fall!



The signs will come as days past by

For those that claim to see

The blind will stay not choosing to die

Not believing the visions I've seen



Warning!





Hope these lyrics help.



Later.

Jeremy L. Hart

jeremyl@owlnet.rice.edu



Some assorted quotes:

"Jesus doesn't have TIME to act as a diaphragm!"

"Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a proctologist!"

"I am Conner MacLeod, of the Clan MacLeod, and I cannot die!"

"You ugly, red, source of all evil!"

And finally,

"I'd just like to say that this is the first time we've ever

played this song in a supermarket."

- Les Claypool of Primus, Oct. 12, 1991 at

the Unicorn, Houston, TX