(Our impulses are being redirected We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that resembles sleep The poor and the underclass are growing Racial justice and human rights are non-existent They have created a repressive society And we are their unwilling accomplishments Their intention to rule rests with their annihilation of consciousness) Somewhere in the end of all this hate There's a light ahead That shines into this grave that's in the end of all this pain In the night ahead there's a light upon this House on a hill The Living, living still Their intention is to kill and they will, they will But the children are doing fine I think about them all the time Until they'll drink the wine and they will, they will, they will Somewhere in the end we're all insane To think that light ahead can save us from this Grave that's in the end of all this pain In the night ahead there's a light upon this House on a hill The Living, living still Their intention is to kill and they will, they will But the children are doing fine I think about them all the time Until they'll drink the wine and they will, they will, they will Oh, oh, oh... I am not afraid I won't burn out in this place My intention is to fade and I will, I will And this house on a hill The dead are living still And their intention is to kill and they will, they will Keep your children safe inside Out of pocket, out of mind Until they'll drink the wine and they will, they will, they will Oh, oh, oh...