Everybody's waiting for something to happen. Everybody's waiting for something to see
Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters. Everyone's waiting for news on TV
Winding lives at the end of the spiral. Waiting dictators with their next big thrill
Everyone's looking but no one is listening. Everybody wants to be in at the kill
I wait for the signs, they tell me true. I see the signs of the end of time
Everyone's searching but nothing's revealing. Everyone's looking for the reason why
Everyone's hoping for life everafter. Everyone's looking at death from the sky
Everyone's nightmares are going to happen. Everybody's ripping the mask from their eyes
Everyone's praying but no one's believing. Everybody's heroes tell everyone's lies
I wait for the signs, they tell me true. I see the signs of the end of time
So I watch and I wait. And I pray for an answer
An end to the strife and the world's misery. But the end never came
And we're digging the graves. And we're loading the guns for the kill
Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy
Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy
So I watch and I wait. And I pray for an answer
An end to the strife and the world's misery. But the end never came
And we're digging the graves. And we're loading the guns for the kill
Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy
Can the end be at hand? Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy
Writer(s): Stephen Percy Harris, Bruce Dickinson, Adrian Frederick Smith
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