These are the tales of tomorrow It's turning our world 'round, it's upside down Riding the wave of this energy This here, this is our story This here's the journey of our lives We won't stop, this is our moment Get back our hopes because we're dreaming

Pile the bodies Set them aflame The human race Sentenced to burn Warfare begins Cities are ablaze Tortured screams Skin turning black Carbonization

There's a little black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I always thought that you could end this reign But it's my

You're the hottest thing in the club tonight With you constantly to the break of dawn Having visions of making love tonight We can shake the spot if you say it's on I've been looking at you turning brothers down Some got their song, well, it's time for

Because the train is coming to carry you home Come dance with me Come on and dance into the light Everybody dance into the light Come on and dance into the light Now we're here, there's no turning back We have one voice

I would always open up the door Always looking up at higher floors Want to see it all give me more (rise, rise up) I was always up for the making changes Walking down the street and meeting strangers Flipping through my life turning pages (rise, rise up)

No trial, no case for reason I've been chosen to pay with my life Mad men define what mad is Turning witches and saints to ashes My flesh will feed the demon Rising masses marching to find heretic Heretic blood Please, don’t leave me As they search for

When the memory leaves you Somewhere you can't make it home When the morning comes to meet you Waking light, it grew from the shadow Brace yourself to the morning low Night is gone, long way turning You've waited long enough to know Lay me down in waking

I can't eat and I can't sleep It's turning me every way but loose He said it sounds like love's got a hold on you No doubt love's got a hold on you Sounds like love's got a hold on you I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak I called my doctor

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning back I'm doing you a favor