(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