Face in the sand

(Smith/Harris/Dickinson) 6:31

Everybody's waiting for something to happen, everybody's waiting for something to see.
Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters, everyone's waiting for news on TV.

Winding live at the end of the spiral, waiting dictators with their next big thrill.
Everyone's looking but no one is listening, everybody wants to be in at the kill.

I wait for the signs, they tell me true. I see the signs of the end time.

Everyone's searching but nothing's revealing, everyone's looking for the reason why.
everyone's hoping for live everafter, everyone's looking at the death from the sky.

Everyone's nightmares are going to happen, everybody's ripping the mask from their eyes.
Everyone's praying but no one's believing, everyone's heroes tell everyone's lies.

So I watch and I wait, and I pray for an answer.
An end to the strife and the world's misery, but the end never came.
And we're digging the graves, and we're loading the guns for the kill.

Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy

Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy