In the end time To end all end times Still can't keep everyone down Some hijackers Will prove the shackles Are wasted on the young So courageous It's highly contagious Who could leave them unsung If they're too vatic for your taste Or just too radical I don't mean maybe You fear the wrong thing baby You may be purging But always re-emerging These weeds will soon stain the burned ground Without trying They keep multiplying Oh, how I long for that sound If they're too vatic for your taste Or just too dramatic No I don't mean maybe You fear the wrong thing baby You fear the wrong thing baby How come You're so hung up on looking strong Nowadays Yeah you're so far gone You need to redefine that song