Wistful young warriors and their hardened faces
Screaming for freedom and thrashing the wreckage
Faces torn up and the sky falling down
These are a few of the things yet to come
The eye is watching the world in its clutches
Traitors to smash in and riots to crush in
Millions of voices scattered to the breeze
These are a few of my favorite things
Desolate darkness and boiling hot deserts
Peasants all toiling and suffering rashes
No one to call on no one to help all
It is the end...
Careful, we're watching you.