How soon to come the end of time
The world is full of hate and crime
Have we not seen and heard the signs
the final chimes, the final chimes
Diplomacy depends on luck
We're on a path to self-destruct
Evil anarchists drive the truck
leave sitting ducks, leave sitting ducks
The world was made for paradise
But in man's heart lives lust and vice
Who lives and dies, just roll the dice
we're on thin ice, we're on thin ice
On life and Earth too great a strain
There's no conductor on the train
Forgetting God, no time to gain
man's thoughts are vain, man's thoughts are vain.
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