Everybody's waiting for something to happen Everybody's waiting for something to see Lunatics waiting for bigger diasters Everyone's waiting for news o­n TV Winding lives 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 of time Everyone's searching but nothing's revealing Everyone's looking for the reason why Everyone's hoping for life everafter Everyone's looking at 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