Times are changing 
Everything changes but time
We're marching off a cliff, heads up in a straight line
Led by the deaf and the blind.
No hearing, no sight
Consequences be damned.
You're wrong and I am right
Rich getting richer, poor getting poorer
Crime skyrocketing
Quality of life declining
Intolerance rising
Freedom of speech receding
Adavancing Pollution...
No privacy
Democracy?
It's a vanishing illusion
Twenty-four seven
Hear them, hungry children crying
Young people bloodied and dying
Words of wrath, the seeds of pollution
Everybody has answers
Nobody has a solution
Rage and revenge raining down from the skies
A stranger and a brother crumples and dies
We have false prophets, we have hope and we have fear
Hear me oh my father, this is my desperate prayer

Turn the clock back dear lord, this I pray
Take us back, way back, back to the loving arms of yesterday
The future is moving away from us much too fast
Take us back, way back into the past
Where is the warmth, the respect, where is the humility?
Why must they fuss, fight, kill and disagree
Turn the clock back dear lord, this I pray
Take us back, back to the loving arms of yesterday

Times are changing
Everything changes but time
We're dancing to a sad song, no reason, no rhyme
Violence on violence and threats of more violence
The dumb and the educated, men with no common sense
Wasp, venting their frustrations on the back of the beast
No rest for the wicked or the weary, throughout the Middle East
I've seen visions of Zion
Robed warriors stalking the lion
Hunting in the shadow of God
Holy men
Weapons of Satan were what they had
Searching for knowledge in the ashes of their destruction
Quoting scriptures and begging for redemption
I've seen the near and yet distant future.
Humans, slaving on a pristine alien shore
Longing for death and the herafter
Food and amusement for a daemonic taskmaster
The land has grown bitter, barren and cold
Solid rock, where there was once a soul
We have false prophets, we have hope and we have fear
Hear me Oh my father, this is my desperate prayer

Turn the clock back dear lord, this I pray
Take us back, way back, back to the loving arms of yesterday
The future is moving away from us much too fast
Take us back, way back into the past
Where is the warmth, the respect, where is the humility?
Why must they fuss, fight, kill and disagree
Turn the clock back dear lord, this I pray
Take us back, back to the loving arms of yesterday

It's too late to turn back now...