ants in the dark
dance in the park
crawling, creeping in the mud
down under the hands of god
serving all the mothers thirst
bleeding from the mothers birth
we await the fires flame
weí‚´re not ashamed â€" no oneí‚´s to blame
there will be a rise after the fall
sleeping, below the sun
hunted â€" always on the run
eating ourselves in misery
throwing up the history
we await the fires flame
weí‚´re not ashamed â€" no oneí‚´s to blame
there will be a rise after the fall
we wait for the sun to rise and
weí‚´re the plague which we despise
weí‚´re just pleasant when we lose it all
and we dance in the midnight moon
here under a pale sky in the winds of doom
and weí‚´re dancing in the midnight