[Music: Skolnick, Peterson]
[Lyrics: Billy, Scolnick]

Here we go
The people show
Victims of tomorrow
The way it goes
It never shows
Emptiness or sorrow
There is nothing left inside
Nothing left to cry for
So I justify my crimes
Things I must die for
So alone
Away it goes
The life that you have wasted
You never know
Where is might go
The sweet success you've tasted
Tasted by a bitter frown
Knowing I must die for
Can't confide, to all the lies
No one to inquire
As I wander, change of seasons
As I realize
That I'll soon be there
I'll let you know
The reapers show
Makes you beg or borrow [bad word] to see
The tragedy
His fate he will not follow
Wearing your electric crown
The preacher starts to pray
Shiver as the lights go down
Heed these words I say
As I wander
Change of seasons
I can't ponder
I got my reasons
As I realize
I don't care
All I know is
That I'll soon be there
Now it's gone
The time [bad word] The people stand in silence
Another dawn [bad word] and gone
His fate has been decided
There is no one left inside
brain without a mind
Traces of a bitter man
Are all you will find
As I wander
Change of seasons
I can't ponder
I got my reasons
As I realize
I don't care
All I know is
That I'll soon be there
That I'll soon be there
That I'll soon be there
That I'll soon be there