This day...
This very moment...
This second now...
I see the flames rising
I see their advertising
I see them pricing
every minute of my day
I see the oceans boiling
I see the serfs a’toiling
I feel my wraith is spoiling
for a battle come what may
We sense a strange storm forming
this thing we’re all performing
The day may come we’ll all be warming
our hands over the coals
the coals of what’s left of us
when we bring the fire down from above us
We’ll find out if he still loves us
We’ll all end up holding up
Our beggars bowls
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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