There's a new sun rising up
Angry in the sky
There's a new voice crying
"We're not afraid to die"
Let the old world make believe
It's blind and death and dumb
But nothing can change
The shape of things to come
There are changes laying ahead
On every road,
There are new thoughts,
Ready and waiting to explode
When tomorrow is today,
The bells may toll for some
But nothing can change To
The shape of things to come
The future is coming on now
Sweet and strong
And no ones gonna
Hold it back for long
There are young dreams,
Drowning out old realities
Revolution, sweeping in
Like a fresh new breeze
Let the old world make believe
It's blind and death and dumb
Nothing can change
The shape of things to come
Nothing can change
The shape of things to come
Nothing can change
The shape of things to come