(Originally recorded by Killing Joke)
[One, two, three, four]
Motives changing, day to day
The fire increases, masks decay
I look at the river, white foam floats down
The body's poisoned, gotta sit tight
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
After wakening, silence grows
The screams subside, distortion shows
Mutant thoughts, of bad mouthed news
It's just another birth, of distorted views
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait