Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying We never learn, we been here before It's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to, we got to (away)

Evolution in reverse now it's time for me An even strobe a pulse of flashing Hatelights of synthetic souls mass-produced Hammered into shape a sign of times dreams Turn into systems a new way a new breed Implanted in our minds Here i am in the hand of a

This is the way it's meant to be I know, it's the sigh of the times It's the way that we make things right... When the word is out from the other side She turns around Cause day and night she's waited patiently Now a different kind of world out there Is