Don't claim to be a prophet
Don't claim to read the stars
But I can see a future
Mapped out in scars
Look to the skies
Keep praying to your gods
Your only salvation [bad word] in the shape of the bomb
No clockwork orange
The doom watch ticks
There's no [bad word] Only final conflict
Blind pessimism?
Only time will tell
The cold hard reality
Is that this world had gone to [bad word] And this is where I belong
In my room one zero one
As I sit here all alone
In my own private year zero
These numbers branded
Embedded in the mind
How can your herald a future
When it's already arrived?
Keep looking to the skies

Keep waiting for your lord
You fools there's no [bad word] To redeem you all
And this is where I belong
In my room one zero one
As I sit here all alone
In my own private year zero
(leads)
Don't claim to be a prophet
Don't claim to sight the stars
But I can read the future
In anguished mental scars
I have no faith
In anything that you hold dear
The future is ours
Only in sweat and tears
And this is where I belong
In my room one zero one
As I sit here all alone
In my own private year zero
And this is where I belong
In my room one zero one
As I sit here all alone
In my own private year zero