Fools Fold Their Hands (Grievous Evils Under the Sun)

Watch the futures

Morphing of the lands

Separations

Destruction by the hands

I thought a hundred times that I believed in more

But the simplicity is chalking up the score

We survive

Only by our nature

Basic cells

Forming nomenclature

10 hundred-thousand years I'll bleed the burning mud

And all the agony is useless as our blood

Hunters, gatherers

Rolled up into plaster

Psychotic visions

Of an ecclesiastic master

I know the day has come, we're looking down the hole

And all the commonwealth is going out the door

So we sit

Moulded in our minds

Folded limbs

Turning through the times

I thought a hundred times that I believed in more

But now I lighten up and wait for what's in store