Somebody's screaming that the end is nigh
Never seen nobody with hope so high
Uneasy feeling creeping up on me
Justify a weary trinity
And I can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Words will never set me free
Creeping feeling easing up on me
And I'm calling in a strata-mediocrity
No answer to the place where answers lie
It's a language unavailable to you and I
And I can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Words will never set me free
Does it devour everything I believe
Ever fear and superstition I breathe
I can hardly contain my
Goodbye hesitation and doubt
It's not enough
Oh
Down the hollow that follows the rules I follow
Is there a turn around
Will a spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground
Is there a turn around
Will a spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground
Is there a turn around Will a spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground
Somebody's screaming that the end is nigh
Somebody's screaming that the end is nigh
Never seen nobody with hope so high
Never seen nobody with hope so high
Never seen nobody with hope so high
Un Ferguson feeling creeping up on me
Never seen nobody with hope so high

Justify we're at Trinity
Justify we're at Trinity
And I can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Will its release ever set me free
Does it devour everything I believe
Will a spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground

Never seen nobody with hope so I believe
Sliding now
Skilled by hesitation and doubt
Sliding now
For the hollow that follows the rules I follow
Is there a turnaround
Will the spirit rise from the corpse that's rotting in the ground
Is there a turnaround
Will the spirit rise from the corpse that's rotting in the ground
Turn around
Turn around
Turn around
Will the spirit rise from the corpse that's rotting in the ground