(Originally recorded by Killing Joke)

[One, two, three, four]

Motives changing, day to day
The fire increases, masks decay
I look at the river, white foam floats down
The body's poisoned, gotta sit tight

The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait

After wakening, silence grows
The screams subside, distortion shows
Mutant thoughts, of bad mouthed news
It's just another birth, of distorted views

The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait

The wait
The wait
The wait
The wait