First Strike

Waking up your family when the water floods your streets You better hurry up and pack your things, the ground twists beneath your feet Not all is gold that glitters here, and nothing's what it seems In this land that you've all pillaged - I still see it in my dreams What would it take to lose your way now What would it take to lose control? Falling, falling, falling down The world is burning out Watching, waiting Waiting on the end to arrive You're sending out a thousand ships and looking to the stars While down here on the ground your country tears itself apart The natural world rebels against you, so go on the attack You know all your children can't protect you, fighting for your scraps What would you do to meet your savior Or one that would still accept your soul Falling, falling, falling down The world is burning out Watching, waiting, Waiting on the end to arrive Now it's too late for penance You've stolen all I gave you freely