We see the vipers of distance
  Crawl into our lives everyday
  Breeding our Eden's of hatred
  Pathetically stupid and unkind
  We couldn't look a saint in the eye
    On the storm
  It's time to go
  On the storm
  It's time to go
    Marching in lines of contradiction
  Forgetting the history we make
  Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke
  We lack the Moses . . . to look
  A saint in the eye